Tuesday, November 16, 2010
November 6, 2010
Solid Ground
We look up to bare branches
in a grey sky
the last of the leaves
too weak to let go.
We know where we’re headed
We know how to brace ourselves
We don’t intend to fall
So we laugh at the empty sky
The path curves up from the river
crackle of dry leaves underfoot
and the urge to stomp
and the urge to cry out
and the holding on.
When suddenly grace find us
A riot of red leaves
shock of beauty soft as rose petals
too delicate for sound
All’s a giddy shimmer a dazzle
Yes
then the letting go
and hitting solid ground.
Solid Ground
We look up to bare branches
in a grey sky
the last of the leaves
too weak to let go.
We know where we’re headed
We know how to brace ourselves
We don’t intend to fall
So we laugh at the empty sky
The path curves up from the river
crackle of dry leaves underfoot
and the urge to stomp
and the urge to cry out
and the holding on.
When suddenly grace find us
A riot of red leaves
shock of beauty soft as rose petals
too delicate for sound
All’s a giddy shimmer a dazzle
Yes
then the letting go
and hitting solid ground.
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