Tuesday, November 8, 2022

292/365 - Tributary (version two)

 




I return to the earth
the fruits of my summertime garden
as thanks for the bounty
and with hope
for another
plentiful season
to come in the months
so far on the horizon
when the soil thaws
and the sun lingers
in the days that will lengthen
just on the other side
of this long
dark
season

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