September Fruit

This is to My Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, proving yourselves to be My disciples.

John 15:8

Ripe, rosy, rich forest fruit
on shadowy September day;
a harvest for forest friends.

Glistening goldenrod swaying,
swinging in the tepid breeze;
amusement for buzzing bees.

Chattery chipmunks climbing
limb to limb; acorns tucked
deep within furry, puffed cheeks.

Saffron sun, gauzy cloudy gaze;
tenderly veils the fruit of fall days.
A moment to salute Summer’s farewell .

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