november – Generous Wisdom

Of a November Morning

Venus adorns the morning’s crescent,
a glowing diamond in this eastern sky,
while waves of clouds roll beneath
the moon’s waning,

this daily joining in,
a practiced participation,
these lonely dives beneath love’s
surface, breaking into rocks of selfishness

where gleaming bands of diamonds
speak about grace,
sparkling mercies rolling beneath
our smiles, countless gifts

adorning our waxing joy,
sparks of patience and deference
and gifts of active grace
rolling through this mysterious sky.

The rubied pearls of pomegranate
sparkle in their halved bowl,

the depth of red juice filling in the gaps
where the membrane segments and cradles

the seeds like yolks in whites in shells.
The full leafed plants languish

in the November garden
while the children push their root

systems into their still-warm earth,
crushing the bright arils between their teeth,

exploding the tart-sweet mysteries
of love’s reciprocity, of grasping and giving.