Saturday, October 15, 2016
"Another Morning"––Dorothy Walters
Another Morning
Another morning
and I wake wondering
how I will cope with the
mysteries that
will come.
Will I be worthy of
the splendor of
the fallen leaves,
now golden tokens on
the fading grass,
the trees themselves turned scarlet,
bursting into color
like some god or goddess flaming
to earth?
Today the clouds
have arranged themselves
as billowing angels
against the blue,
ever shifting
to a new configuration,
reminders of constant change below.
Even this little butterfly
that sips and nourishes on
some lingering
plant. Will it await
my arrival,
my small moment
of communion?
Dorothy Walters
October 15, 2016
