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.