Friday, November 9, 2012

Poem: Is Now the Time?

Photo by Rita Bourland

Is Now the Time?

Leaves cascade
 to the ground,

without a sound they alight,
giving flight to any thought
of forestalling
winter’s arrival,

squirrels skitter about 
making plans
for long days of cold,
while we hold onto the
last few days of warmth,
choosing life and light
while the earth
 prepares for slumber,

seeds burrow
deep into the ground
knowing now is not 
their time,

winter speaks not to our needs,
and thus we ache for a sign,

is now the time to lie fallow
 or shine forth,
growing tall despite 
the dimming light
and shortened days
of winter?

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