The hares of the early morning jump off the main path to hide in cover.

Above me the hunter’s belt visible in the night sky of the city. A reminder to my huntress spirit.

The long days and warmth of summer are near their end and the days of gathering lay before me.

Seek out the fruit that restores.

Harvest the bounty that sustains.

Mother—may we sense your presence and accept the blessings.

-njc