she settles in, this season's turning leaf
rustling, fiery, clustered, they fall
cascading slowly brilliance abounds
the beauty in the quiet, the softness of her rest
the laying down, this season's cycle
the natural unfolding, her november
vibrancy and strength her solid trunk
gives way to frailty, her morning dew
the wind blows this way and that
leaves gently falling one by one
letting go of this and that
trusting the cycle, flowing with the wind
the winter upon her, her deeper rooting begins
vibrancy wilting though it may seem
a new morning dawning
g r a c e for the tree.
1 comment:
I love that photo of the rain splashed street and tree... We had a very nice time on Sunday. Thanks.
With love, Dad
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