Increase
Increase A wealth of light today, even as we lose a little from each end. It has that tender “so long” cast, settles on the ground like resting deer, ripens berries we never get to before the birds. Loss is everywhere and fall not even here yet, but more than enough the trees say, dropping nuts, more than you need the squirrels say rushing past. I need to check my pockets. How is it that now, of all times, I feel so well-to-do? S. Robbins, Sep 17, 2020, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 