Sunday, August 1, 2010


Seasons flow from the ground
Drawn from the earth by the sun
To whisper at flowers and fallen leaves

To sing with love in the wind
A soft but urgent knowing
Like an ant’s spent wings
Left behind
At the first light touch of a branch
Or the first heard whisper
Of a new season
As a flower unfolds
Or a leaf lets go
That moment of eternity
Drops its wings forever

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