The rain and wind have visited the trees
once too often -- the branches nearly bare.
The ground covered in leaves. An IOU
Nature gives: what falls down rises again.
I say to my heart, “Hear that?” and I feel
the blood warm a bit, the pulse gets stronger.
My eyes and ears sharper, my soul freer
because of the barer trees, the wind against
the house: a library of memories, dreams,
the feathering of time and eternity
into one another as I say, “Here now,
always now” smile at such a truth, such
a lie. Such is life. This falling and rising,
this blurring of seasons – no ends, no beginnings.
-Byron Hoot
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