Posted Monday, October 27th, 2008
A leaf falls;
A blinding flash of color against a green background.
Seasons changing heedless of my needs
Change my needs with them.
The endless spinning of the earth holds me to its surface,
Imprints me with awe,
Ripens me with wisdom.
I do not hear the voices calling to me,
I gently turn aside the waiting hand.
My harvest is all around me and its beauty is enough.
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