Sufficient For Today

Annie Carstetter

Rust tinted mountains

hunch beneath a blanket

of gray clouds.


Cool, crisp,

first-of-November air stirs

the diamond-dewed spider web

bridging Sumac and Bittersweet.


There, beneath the apple tree

at cornfield's edge,

deer feed on windfall McIntosh.


Migrating Snow Geese

stitch lines across the sky;

repeating vees that point the way home.

There is nothing more than this.


It is plenty.