Waning Dark
are all things interconnected? do the
elements at hand in our world
delineate death or rebirth or
both? like when
time slips into a deep wither.
long shadows slash out through
a slanting sun and bleed in
sunset streaks. or how
bruised branches hang limp in
battered animation.
gossamer web threads glisten
in an eerie dew haze.
the crepuscular ocean wanes and
moon tugs at its edges.
a lone beach beneath cold
air and poor and aging
nature aches. how such bleak scenes
seem to capture that
insubstantial space standing in
our lives. but time?
to see and hear and heal and love?
in this shrinking era?
it is all so ephemeral and we
do not welcome that drab death
or our inevitable
demise. but wait—
are not all things interconnected?
the sun will rise and the
trees in spring will bristle with leaves
once again. spiders will not
seek all dew and dark and
the ocean will churn out
warm whitecaps under a
bright celestial embrace.
we in this natural world
do not die but come alive again.
like sighting a lost loved one in he
who broke past his cocoon
to sprout wings and greet hello
on the morning air.
let us divide our pains and pleasures
upon the earth.
take in light where we
see dark. set upon our paths
as people who spread vigor
along velvet meadows and across
vast skies and vicious nights—
that restart our arresting hearts.
Featured Image: “Changing Leaves Under Morning Sky” by Old Shoe Woman is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.
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