Earth’s 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 Autumn’s 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

Anitra Redlefsen
Color photograph, 2001