On Eagles and Ice Cream

Instead of, well, coherent thoughts to post today, I backed up to the eagle that flew back in June's postings and which will be part of this Friday's art show in our Dock Woods community...and presto, after a little bit, this happened, and a re-work of the poem he or she inspired...

While getting ready for the art show, I also framed the three designs Great-Grandson Kingston made two years ago when he was eight years old...

Right now I am craving ice cream...

***

Trees Whisper

Our blessed, blue planet orbits

into new seasons, north and south.

Here, on Earth's north, sunlight's path 

through the atmosphere lengthens,

its brilliance deepens into 

a golden glow to fall upon trees.

The trees sigh and whisper Autumn

the time of sequester

before the sleep of winter.

All Earth readies 

for a new, yet old cycle...

north Autumn

south Spring

half an orbit later...

north Spring

south Autumn.

Miracles play over and over,

again, yet again.

Who are we?

Will we happen again and again?

Will golden sunbeams shine on us

here and on others all over Earth?

Are we Miracles, too?

What is our next cycle?

How will we share?

Are we listening?

Trees whisper answers.

***