I want to take a walk through the painted trees of Autumn
Nestle heart and hand within the mystery of earth,
I want to still remember- when I'm aged like the winter
That dances form from sadness, and life first does occur.

How lovely, this remembrance
How fated- like the spring time
To forge a path through silence
And the circling of the year...
Wouldn't it be perfect
To stand within this circle
And know- without a doubting-
That love's a breath away?

Like leaves that fade to dust, now
Like fond farewells in snow-fall
This knowledge would weigh heavy
Like lashes kissed with tears.

And oh, I would proclaim it-
Like the winds in bare-bone branches
That love will come as surely
As the turning of the fall.

~EK/SD 10.28.05