Everything Arrives On Time

IMG_4391“It’s the wrong season
for this unfolding,
this bright and painful
spring apprenticeship
to cracking
and bursting forth,”

I whisper heatedly in the blossom’s ear.

Because, damn, I could have used your purple body-heart wisdom
when the harvest moon
peaked over pine mountain
high over strawberry fields

back in that simple season of music and fire.

Where were you when the caterpillar
was wandering around in that big garden
eating the wrong things and
stumbling over its entangled legs?

The blossom replies:

But does the full moon ask
why it wasn’t whole last week?

Does the apricot tree
complain of its flowering?

Does summer arrive mourning winter?

The big hard sun dissolves all
and calls forth new things
in the silence of summer’s eve

Perhaps everything arrives on time

Fall Away

live-oak-1000My skin cells
slough off
to make room for the new
like the leaves
of this mossy live oak tree

fall away

due west, summer’s end

fall away

due east, autumn begins

hover here for a moment

feel the balance
between darkness and light
between drawing within
and explosive expression

harvest your juicy
sun-soaked fruits
perhaps too easily procured

honor
the growing shadow

it’s okay to grieve
the dry and dying
the no longer needed

relish the transition
let the last leaves
flitter to the floor

limbs to feel
all the more lighter