Awaken to the sound of silence
enveloping dull brown fields, natal
with the green down of next Fall’s harvest.
A lemon orb breaks over the black
skeletons of leafless hardwood trees.
The sky waters silk a thousand shades
orcherous
amesthyine
sanguine.
And in that single moment,
more significant than the day itself,
you are gifted with Knowing…
and your cup overflows.
By Nancy Leigh Harless
