Fairness

As the air cools,

and short become the days,

as the colors of nature change,

and fly away the jays,

We harvest all the fruit

and store them for the cold

days of winter coming,

as in seasons have of old.

Be thankful for the pantry,

able to feed and nourish

heart and soul thru winter,

so we would not perish.

And pray for those without,

and help the millions starving

when we trash out-of-dates

and find our choices alarming.

Fairness is an illusion,

Life's joys sporadic,

maybe it's better not to know.

Just pass the haddock……

please.

Day 20