Monday, September 07, 2009

standing moment

she stands
in quiet solitude

with a silent shudder
in the midst of an unexpected coolness
her leaves begin to fall
slowly at first
then in a bit of a rush
laying out a blanket of poured out life

gnarled and grey
she stands

in a new nakedness
freshly vulnerable
one by one
she drops her branches
incapable of bearing their weight

aching in the open wound of great loss
she stands

no longer able to offer shade
or nourishment
she stands

facing an uncertain horizon

she stands

while entering a sacramental season of waiting
in acceptance of her approaching winter

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