Implications

More rain, more wind, colder, more

leaves have fallen, more light now

though the trees less shadowed.

 

There is an art to being seen through,

knowing when to discard what 

blocked the light the way leaves do.

 

The trees themselves refuse the penetration

of light, but the leaves give over

to the revelation of falling and rising.

 

Which is a form of beauty, begs the 

question:   How can we be more

like leaves, like trees, the sun?

 

The implications staggering. . . 

-Byron Hoot

hootnhowlpoetry.com.