Friday, December 02, 2005

Pausing for leaves to fall

wanton wind whirling,
turning and curling,
pausing and hanging
dry flakes of sunlight material
falling down gently
to mix on the ground
my grateful feet slurring in
leftover leagues of God’s Love Overflowing
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