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XVII

After the long weeks
when the heat curled the leaves
and the air thirsted, comes
a morning after rain, cool
and bright. The leaves uncurl,
the pastures begin again
to grow, the animals and the birds
rejoice. If tonight the world
ends, we'll have had this day.

(From This Day: Collected and New
Sabbath Poems, 2012)

-Wendell Berry