Warm colors gusting past
and falling on heads
drifting into the corners
softening rigid lines
In the circle of community
each is held up
surrounded by soft edges
and warm colors
Like leaves, we drift
to fill in gaps with love
and support for each other…
Remember in deep summer
when the bees buzzed
and the heat held you pillowed
in the teeming meadow
and the lavender labyrinth?
This crisp chill
and watered sunlight
with staccato litany
of crunchy steps
and lonesome bird calls
is the other side of that
Now is the opportunity
to remember
the warmth within…
And as the balance tipped
Toward the days of shadow
Life falling like leaves
To drift into piles
Or scurry away
According to the whims
Of the wind
Then dreams brightened
Quickened in the bed of silence
Nurtured by the heart’s
Ever hopeful nature
Inner sunshine on a bleak day…
