Earthís bounties ripen and spill forth,
gracing our tables and our hearts;
filling up and overflowing into sunlight and joy
and thanks and giving.
The quieter days and frosty nights
are Autumnís blankets;
For now, only the whisper of winter
is heard through the trees.
Blessed be we, and all creatures,
who hasten to give thanks
for so much, so much.
© copyright Anitra Redlefsen, 2001
Color photograph, 2001