risen again
October 23, 2007
the Sun bleeds through the clouds
staining the sky with Light’s life.
the half bare trees come alive and bright,
exuding all the vitality and hue left in them
as if they know what the winds bring.
the clear blue breaks as the stains fade away;
the Sun has returned in all Its splendor,
but a bleak cold will approach.
the trees bend and fold to these forces,
perhaps i should kneel as well.
