A Bit of the Mystery Come

A fall wind blew over the home,
and to and fro went birds on the wing;
and the leaves all tumbled down singing summer . . .
A single leaf brushed the windowpane—a mirthful,
spiral dance to the wilted grass, content in having
known seasons and skies, having done its part.
I shut my eyes, breathed my way into the moment,
let drop the binding chains of control and choice.
They popped on the grass like child-blown bubbles,
released an ancient song buried deep in silence.
So I went out to hear it, to let it enter my heart.
Now, a winter wind blows over the home,
and to and fro go birds on the wing,
the snowflakes all twirling down singing summer . . .

A bit of the mystery come and gone;
a little kept.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)