I could be blind on this gold day,
not know the honest sun
save for its tender warmth.
I could be deaf as a desert stone,
not know the drowsing murmurs
of one lamb to another.
I could be mute and never tell
another soul the size and shape
of all these breathing beauties.
But I couldn't be here,in this sweet meadow,
and not know your love
by its scent. There is no life
without this bounty, there is
no day without fruit.
painting by Cassandra Barney
