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a november afternoon down I walk to the deep cedar creek, along the less-traveled trail; searching for certainties under the sun; longing to see through the veil. the sunlight falls through branches above where leaves still stubbornly cling; holding their place for a time in this world against what the season will bring. the sunlight falls through waters below, clear to the bronze-coloured bed... the leaves descend too; into the stream, by whispering winds gently led. the old trees stand dignified with a reach too narrow to mend; guarding the shape of the water's descent; guarding the shape of the wind. and together under the sun we stand; understanding not all that we seek; holding our place for a time in this world down on the deep cedar creek.
from: At the Water’s Edge |