Daylight’s eve,
autumn forest beeches
slowly give way to splendor
day by day surrender.
Cinnamon
copper
beaten gold
drench down each leaf,
stem to tip.
Chlorophyll’s emerald
summer display recedes.
Roots sprawl wide and shallow.
Dense thickets of
root-sprouted seedlings
lean close, clinging.
Dogwood’s
arching, branched fingers
~ subtly articulate as our own ~
lift and bow to pray.
Her spine is raised toward
blue winter’s heaven;
her limbs bend low
with generous touch
bringing grace to
acorn, stone, lichen.
Autumn evening light
~ radiant ~
pours honey thick
upon late fall begonias,
as mercury drops
now one degree, now another.
Solomon’s seal,
in balanced wisdom,
has decreed
a trove of gold-leaf
before frost’s frigid furnace
blasts pitiless,
carried on a clear white moon.
From my book of earth-poems
A Litany of Wild Graces ~ Meditations on Sacred Ecology
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There they’ll find Nesting Circles of Belonging ~ Family, Nature and Cosmos.
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