Saturday, October 26, 2019

fallen


she the dispossessed,
having dropped from her green perch,
is the way of life.

a long walk alone
finds me mulling her new state
in a chancy world:

a fruit of some tree,
cloying as the grace of eve,
is among new friends.

everything falls here;
faith, love, hope, time, are all braced
for good of the Truth.

i am the apple,
the searching leaf, the pine bough,
the draining waters.

all is returning,
all is hearty abundance,
all is what it is.

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