Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Turnings

—for Emily
Trees,
She reaches out to the trees
all the year long;
between them there is a song.

And now, with the turning of the season,
her friends reach out to greet her.

The warm breeze
frees the leaves,
carrying them aloft
to her hands so soft.

Into a book they are pressed;
a future blessing, encountered blest,
still colorful in most cared for rest.