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.







There is nothing more than this.







It is plenty.

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