On A Good Day
The rustling of robin's wings
At sunset, viewed through hammock strings
And apples heavy on the bough.
Summer ticks quickly to its close
Hummingbirds frisk the gladiols
Autumn comes soon, yet I am now.
Present in phototrophic skin,
Feeling all that's without, within,
My selves made one, this day allows.
Rare thing, rare day, and reasonless!
Tomorrow all may go amiss.
Still I treasure it anyhow.