Rufous autumn leaves, cold day,
lambent at sunset, grey skies.
Love, welcome. Winter fire logs
from the tarn. The colors of
my youngest cat; golden brush-brown,
streaked black is the good earth below me
and the colors of my eldest cat above:
fluffy white cloud belly, grey-blue, deep silver.
Sweet little purr-bears on my lap, my back;
leaves fall and flutter to the dampened ground.
The wind, the tidings-bearer, harbinger
of the whole wide-overhead come down to visit.
Ye creaking bones of time gone-by, coming up for
another dance, find life anew this second spring
where your progeny more lithely sing; enter, soul,
this body new and here-below
to vivify the heart of our Creator;
living, moving imminent in earth
the wheel, the firmament’s rebirth.
poetry by Gentle J. Pine