The End of the Year
It is coming on evening in late October.
Quickly, quickly the sky darkens, the sun sets.
A fresh layer of pine straw pungently awakens the senses.
The unweaving, the ending, the beautiful death.
October gives us with her beauty
a soft, kind letting-go, a cradling.
Evening, birds grow softer and softer,
insects shortening their calls for one final song.
I too am held in Her arms, waiting;
allowing, releasing, loving life ever more acutely
at this, the end of the year.
October 21, 2012