Sunday, October 20, 2013

Reeds with Raindrops

All that I have seen teaches me to trust God 
for all that I have not seen.

During the windy storm-filled night
Pine boughs shook brown-sugary needles free
Oak trees and maples, willows and aspen shuddered
Ridding themselves of worn and browned leaves
Summer clothes worn and unneeded in winter
They fluttered, scuttered and flew 
The lake's edge catches and traps 
The beauties in its surface
Among the reeds, who are changing costumes too,
The afternoon sun reflects a clear sky
The storm is past; the wind has died
While last raindrops—like last notes,
Chime in at the end of a symphony

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