AN AUTUMN RITUAL
by Linda Crampton
The cold wind plays around the tree,
bound by ancient duty and desire,
and secret knowledge of the Earth,
her powers and her needs.
The golden canopy responds
with joy and thrilling sympathy,
and branches sway in partnership
while leaves vibrate in ecstacy.
The strengthened wind works in delight
and leaves shake wildly in return,
yearning to cooperate, and
sensing wonderment nearby.
At last the bonds begin to break
and leaves detach triumphantly,
then frolic in the boisterous wind
to celebrate their victory.
The leaves fall far away, in grace,
and join the carpet on the ground
where understanding slowly dawns
as decay produces clarity.
Freedom from control reveals
a world much wider than before,
awareness stretched a billion fold,
discovering all that is.
Then slowly memories fade away
while insight clouds and shrinks,
atoms pulled to recombine
as nature builds again.
So now the cycle starts anew,
formation and decay,
forgetting then remembering
until the end of time.
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