Piece of Sky

A pie slice of blue skyShows through the Hollow trunk of a treeSunlight brightening thePlaces whereWoodpeckers chiseled holes,Bees welded combs to fill with Sweet honey,  Squirrels hid nutsAnd slept through snowy weatherCurled in cozy darkness. 

Orchard Harvest

We planted apple treesIn faith, with hope.Now most summers weHave sweet yellow apples, With pink blushes.I peel and cook them so,In winter I will have Summer sunshine warm in a bowl With cinnamon.

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