Into the Open

an empty space is still data my phone reminds me

no space is truly empty a falling leaf reminds me

the time of long shadows has come ‘round again

cedar waxwings whistle through bare branches

the low sun catches on wings in lieu of leaves

rests in a red oak undressing in the wind

and flickers like an angel resisting temptation

to follow the leaves down spinning spiralling

or rocking back and forth like a cradle

if only i could sleep and leaf out when i wake

clinging to hope makes us as empty as the future

let the earth take its own sweet time

let this glory be enough