There was no struggle,
Not even a protest
Against January's might.
There was no petition to thwart her frosty rain or
Proclamation to sustain another day.
There was only a slight fluttering in the falling away.
Chariot awaiting, Leaf released her long
Love affair with Limb
And rode a limber breeze
To Ground's fertile embrace,
While I espied the skies through my kitchen window
As I peacefully rocked mi nieto,
Hazel eyes affably bowing to Sleep.
Both sweet deeds left me intrigued
At Nature's wordless ease
Of showing us how to navigate the maze of our days,
Segueing from one calm dignity into another,
The rendezvous better and better,
Minus the demand to command what is out of our hands.
It was all there in the falling of one leaf today.
The Golden Goddess
January 23, 2010