Bird song rises
in pure, liquid waves
as golden leaves
arc, twisting
to the ground.
Heavy gold
must fall.
October heat
will give way
to winter rain.
Yet inevitably life flows
like the breeze
rising from the broad sea
to the high Sierra;
grey clouds rise
and heavy snow falls.
All living waters
give praise.
(5 Oct 2010)
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