Coming Home at Twilight in Late Summer
We turned into the drive,and gravel flew up from the tires like sparks from a fire. So much to be done—the unpacking, the mail and papers…the grass needed mowing…. We climbed stiffly out of the car. The shut-off engine ticked as it cooled.
And then we noticed the pear tree,the limbs so heavy with fruit they nearly touched the ground. We went out to the meadow; our steps made black holes in the grass; and we each took a pear, and ate, and were grateful.