The Blessing of Bounty

The blessing of bounty is a fragile one.

So you reap what was sown,

though the corners are not yours.

Harvest the last of summer's promise,

and live, for a time, only

sheltered by grace.

Look up! Look up!

The lattice-worked heavens

of sun and moon and stars

dapple your harvest

of paper chains and pasta art.

The blessing of bounty is a fragile one.

Harvest the wind, gusty with rain

and the first fruits of cold.

Sit with me for a timeless time,

and feel the earth beneath us.

Let us be sheltered by graceful impermanence.

The blessing of bounty is fragile,

But oh! what a glorious thing!