Terry D. Sutherland

THE BOUNTY OF FALL

Windrows of golden straw shout a bountiful harvest
Mule deer glean the stubble for their share
Too soon snow will cover the spilled grain
Covering it until spring when it volunteers
Still, no one will complain
Pheasants feast on the grain, fattening for winter
Nestling in the straw for warmth
Hiding from the west winds disdain
The bounty of fall on which the wildlife
Sustains