Look
Every leaf a last wave becoming.
a curl, a cup, or an unfurling legend.
A living calligraphy, a veined post-script,
for the rusty sheen of mortality.
See the helix, see the spiral?
See the conjunctions
the genetics of a divine act
arriving in this stemmed
and revealing moment. Look!
And something else,
there is always something else –
my eyes behold
the dying and the replenishing,
the glory of the shedding and
investing.
All I really know
and all I do not understand,
is there, in a single leaf.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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