AGAIN
Consider
Even nature must make space to heal
Shedding her flaming robes
She lays down the fight
Making peace with the coming storms
Open handed
She lets time take its tribute
Allowing all that has held on for too long
To fall away
Lights are dimmed
Noise muted
Exhausted
After summer’s exuberance
Her withered spirit burrows deep below ground
To regrow its strength
In hallowed isolation
She wraps her weary soul with blankets of glistening snow
At rest within the womb of the earth
Metamorphosis performs its astounding work
And she waits
To be born
Again
By Alana Keener
October Process 