Collected bits
of this and that
from forest floor
and other bits
as earthen energies
blend together
scattered
over the table
waiting
to lend
their magic
to whatever cause
awaits them
The last
of the flowers
begin to rot
falling
one by one
as leaves
cling
just a little longer
to their branches
holding on
as the winds
begin to
tug
in an effort
to set them free
The sun rises
but the clouds
linger
clinging
to the hills
and rocky peaks
as they thread
through treetops
linger on
well after dawn
and into the day
promising
raindrops
The porch light
goes out
and the candles
are doused
and as
children’s laughter
is replaced
by nighttime silence
the decorations
come down
and it feels like
goodbye
with an ache
of sadness
that another year
must pass
before it all begins
again
The box arrives
with a friend
inside
that I’m eager
to greet
and with
tearing paper
and keys
splitting tape
bright orange
is revealed
and he’s bought
into the light
and welcomed
home