sweet dreams

After fresh rain on the fields,

Then comes evening and the

very welcome cool of night.

A QuarterMoon gleams in

it's dark sky;

The pines point upward like

cathedral spires.

One lone cardinal lingers for one last
sunflower seed at the feeder then

flies off to find his bed.

The watermelon-green smell of

fresh-cut grass is gone for a while,
but a body is happy in this place.
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