The Winds

our beloved Yarra Valley

written while living in Melbourne, Australia on
2 September, 2002
thus, these were the winds of spring

The winds are strong
the feathers are ruffled
the chaff is blown away
the trees bend as if to break
only the dead fall to the ground.

and then…

The winds are quiet
the bodies are clean
the seed is left
the trees are pruned

and the new life springs forth.