Poems – Page 37 – Generous Wisdom

Come dormant season

The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.

These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.

of grasping and giving

Hearts squeeze shut like curled fingers into palms.
Bursting, seeds spill, split tomatoes in the sun.

Gifts

My girls bring flowers
they pick from around our brick house,
sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum,
leaves of weigela. I fill the clear glass jar
with indigo, orange, and burgundy.

Like God on my sill it sits,
gifts from gifts.