Soft September sun, early morning

Six horses in descending rank arrayed

In wait for morning alfalfa. Three cats about, one

A visitor, sleeps in the canoe while hatching

Insects drift up and around from the grassy

Pond because just one degree of Fahrenheit has

Advised them to hatch and rise and be. Just for

Today. The hay dust and insect swirl rise to

Meet their Sun and shortly, very, when the

Evening cools they will all settle back

On to the earth and do their other real work

Of nourishing That from which they arose.

As will we all in This the only day that has ever been.