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Saturday, September 20, 2008
The other day, at my desk at work, for some reason I picked up a scent like none other so rich and comforting. It took me back to my boyhood on the farm. And this morning a golden glow out my morning window . . . In my journal I brought it together in verse:
Late summer scent New straw sweet Cut and drying Save morning due The cooler nights And now at first light Reaching low over hills of gold This glow and the harvest Of my heart opening Each new day To love .