Good Life

Sufficient For Today

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.