And the Birch and the Dew
- mb-theeye
- 7. Mai
- 1 Min. Lesezeit
And the birch and the dew
in the webs and me too
and the scent of fresh split fir
drawn from its essential depth
awakened
by an early generous fall-sun
A hawk gives weight and rises
from a close high maple branch
showering me and my path
with autumn-leaf color and transience
well well and I laugh in awe:
conversation...
There is a lot between
never and always
actually: everything
as neither never nor always happen to exist
Sooner or later
you will
you will
crack open to this world
or another
As the foliage withers
in autumn
we can sometimes spot abandoned birds-nests
resting in the branches
what grace and beauty:
a perfect cradle
like two cupped hands
but with no hands and
no doubt
