waiting

Seasons are changing again and this has been such a long and beautiful extended autumn! A drive through Spearfish Canyon last week was magnificent. The frost and rain predicted has not yet come so colors are lingering, cool nights give way to 70 and 80 degree days, breezes smell as if fall is in the air, but waiting.  
And each of us...are we waiting for what comes next, remembering what was before, or fully absorbed and engaged in every present moment?  Each season arrives bearing gifts, the eyes of our hearts determine the meanings.

​bridge
 
and what of the cherry tree
when she has borne her fruit
dropped her brilliant foliage;
when the flurry of hummingbird wings
no longer stirs the fragrance
of sunshine and rain caressing her spine?
 
she stands solitary and proud
firm in the grounding of her beginning
her form unveiled
her naked limbs resilient testimony
to ageless beauty, undimmed passion
bridge to the heart of eternity


anniversaries
 
even now
in the stillness
as the fire softens
into glowing embers
and birdsong recedes
before the rising moon
and stars bathe the skies
in tenderness
 
even now
in the ageing seasons
a green flowering bough
grows in fragrance
and strength
 
 
- pb © 2016 -

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