Poem April 10, 2000 Issue

Not all leaves need wind to fall

Lois Rae Carlson

These orange ones piling into red
split the stillness of this post-dawn fog
and tell me of the loosening
that must come in our lives:

Moving forward in early light,
walking patiently on pine-needle carpets,
selfless as sand-dune trails
carved by small troops of travelers.

Mind's rhythm gentles life
despite the shove of suffering
and the torch of tragedy. Let us
drop the summer foliage,

Confident of winter secured
by the strength of His trunk,
watered by His roots since the beginning.
Rest assured of spring,

Growing limbs up and outward,
more generous than the decades
before, more certain that
life moves by the love of good.

Lois Rae Carlson

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