Shifting About

The moon is low, low

Low

And the words in this season come slow

Enough for me to savor

What it means to have the wild geese fly

In the most attractive form 

I encounter them:

High overhead in their lopsided V

I look up at their cry. 

The same slow meaning is present when the quickening of wind causes leaves to dance, dance

Dance

Over the road I drive to my sister's. 

Where my young nephew lives 

yet unaware 

of the full meaning of this season

He'll have to stay a few more winters to 

Fully trust that this season

Of change, change

Change

And dying

And lengthening cold

Means we will again experience 

Life and warmth

And moments like these

The shifting of seasons. 

Praise the Lord.