Holding Together

From the rain of yesterday,

the leaves are staying in place

where they have fallen others

still clinging as a slight wind

prophesizes their eventual fall.

Things are in place this morning

and I wonder if I am, if

I have let go, held to 

the seasonality of reality,

the eternal promise of what

has been will be again differently.

Indeed, we don't want to lose

what is worth keeping but

we can't keep what doesn't

change.

             The rain of last night,

              the mist of this morning

are holding things as they are

for just a little longer.

-Byron Hoot

Stained Glass Writers of Punxsutawney