Bounty
How to limn today,
The sun, the breeze, the sky,
The coming of the fall,
At the blink of summer’s eye.
Creatures run about,
Careless in their ease,
Collecting summer’s fruits,
To cache in secret trees.
In winter, will we think,
How blest we were today,
When warmth caressed the earth,
And begged us, to in the present stay?
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2020
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