Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Acceptance (after Schubert)

Here falling leaves
A coverlet of peace
On summer’s weariness.
We have a need of Autumn.

And here, where winter
Barely takes its turn,
We seek our rest
Before the upswing comes;
The giddy cycle
Growing shorter every year.

Let us give thanks,
Here in darkness,
Claiming peace before light comes:
When we are uprooted
There is treasure underneath.

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