The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and wild dancing…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
I’m very thankful that the leaves in the country don’t require raking, piling, bagging, and stacking. The night wind just whisks them away…
This is reposted from November three years ago, because, yeah, leaves…
“Through the heartfelt mercies of our God,
God’s Sunrise will break in upon us,
Shining on those in the darkness,
Those sitting in the shadow of death,
Then showing us the way, one foot at a time,
Down the path of peace.”
Luke 1:78-79 (The Message by Eugene Peterson)
Peace to all this Christmas…
Imago resting on the wicker–
I thought him a leaf until he
flickered and showed his true self.
Borning or dying? Two weeks he lives;
Red cherry-stained wings forgive
His dark Instar larval past
when he thieved oak and wild cherry leaves.
Io carries proof of redemption–
the universe on his wings.