Kiss the Leaves

O Sun
Wondrous Mother,
Glorious Father,
daily you march steadfastly across the sky.

As we turn, turn, turn ourselves away from you,autumn tree top painting by Judith Shaw

And in one last radiant moment
you kiss the tips of the leaves,
Leaving us to slip again through the magic of twilight into the ever changing night sky.

Now dark, filled with an infinity of jeweled stars.
Now bright, with the soft, white light of the moon.

A special thanks to Elizabeth Cunningham whose marvelous novel, Magdelen Rising, the first in her 4 novel series, The Maeve Chronicles, re-awoke me to the wonders of our glorious natural world, a world which was slipping away from me under the duress of the daily struggles of life.


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