The wind in the autumn trees fills the air
With an ease that settles deep
Into the waiting land
Filling it with the beauty it will store
Through the times of chill and darkness
Just as it settles like grains of golden light
Into the widest spaces
Deep within me
Where the expanse of earth
And stars and wind and sunlight
Here, in a last wave of beauty
Before bare winter
Brings its black and browns
To linger soft against the green of firs,
A golden tapestry unfolds across the hills
As full of light in pouring rain and flowing mists
As when the sun breaks through in evening
Just before the dark.
Take it as a sign
that we are here in light and darkness, both
Reflecting light through every pore
Storing light, as do the leaves.
In that approaching night.