silhouette of trees at night

The rain and wind have visited the trees

once too often — the branches nearly bare.

The ground covered in leaves.  An IOU

Nature gives: what falls down rises again.

I say to my heart, “Hear that?” and I feel

the blood warm a bit, the pulse gets stronger.

My eyes and ears sharper, my soul freer

because of the barer trees, the wind against

the house: a library of memories, dreams,

the feathering of time and eternity 

into one another as I say, “Here now,

always now” smile at such a truth, such

a lie.  Such is life.  This falling and rising,

this blurring of seasons – no ends, no beginnings.

hootism:  The sign read, God’s Word Never Changes.  I like my words to dance.