One day, in the deepening dark and cold of the year,
I stood stiff, like a deer alert in the wind and the twirling leaves,
bits of death and change that battered me and settled on my back, unwanted.
Another day, in the deepening dark and cold of the year,
I flew light and soft, like a bird in the wind and the twirling leaves,
bits of death and change dancing in a pattern, around me in a mosaic, providence.
photo credit: Marylynne Wrye http://www.marylynnewrye.com/index.html
