A day of the leaf, is carried in the wind,
and this cold December night, will be warmed by the lights of the Bohdi tree
I shall scrawl out a letter to a stranger, against the vagrancy of my own soul
Stretch out my arms to make a friend,
and think of that, which exists beyond my self
This turning of the leaf will make me whole
When I am done, I will put down my pen,
and learn to be content,...
to leave the soft-fingered words alone with the stars
For all things are united by the spirit of the heart
I will dampen the fire, and turn down the lights, climb the stairs to a peaceful sleep,
assured at last, that united by the light,
my soul will keep, and that I am one among the universe.
I will reach that place by reaching my hands across time and space,
and by possibility of leaving our world a more gentle place
As I brush away the leaves before the door
I must also brush away a selfish dust
For I was born to live with a fallible heart.......
If I were to strive to turn this leaf
and leave the world better for having me sweep
I will keep alive, that peace, of which before, I may never have known
A day of the leaf, is carried in the wind
The turning of the leaf will make me whole
And I have grown
11/26/13 For Deb's Contest: "Happy Holidays"