dissolving into
the primordial soup
that is home to the beginning
Water Lily Leaving
Brown Eyed Girl
as rudbeckia’s season closes
she speaks
of our ephemerality
Near Enough
a great blue
dwarfed by ancients
returning to sacred ground
Each and One
all together
the bud, the bloom, the pod
circle of life – beauty at every stage
Current
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
Belonging
oh to be a bud in the cluster
a part of a tribe
together in the center of life’s circle.
Renewal
Adorned with angel wings
the color of the sky and ringed with time
the stump slowly returns to its beginning
by nurturing its mother – earth.
Roots
Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.