Duality
beckons…
Cascading light
spills from my open door,
where fall lingers
in the air
and the green living leaves
of summer
sigh and let go,
slipping into the
red, gold, and orange-yellowness
of their demise…
Dancing one last time
in twirls
and gentle cascades of brilliance,
seeking with
all their being
the rich, dark earth,
eagerly awaiting
their transformation,
the cycles of above
and below,
of me and not me,
of dark into light
and the light
coming home to the dark,
of heaven on earth
where the space,
the quiet,
and the crunch of leaves
beneath my feet
is all that matters.
©Lea Goode-Harris, Ph.D.
October 23, 2003