November Sunset

As woodpecker punctuates a smoky sky

Help me to be of service, my heart cries

You have a long way to go, the heavens reply

That’s alright, take my body now, it will be yours someday

Do with me as you will

Far greater to serve, than to be serviced

I am more thankful each day for beauty

Bird folks chirp me on and frog croaks presage rain

This sunset is my dying day

Those clouds are my dying father’s face

I feel more joy that I’ve ever held

I shiver rather than go back inside

Watch the willow molt from branch to tip

Fill my lungs with scents of turned earth

What have I dont to deserve, maintain this?

For there is so much on earth to be done

In thanks, for this single moment of eternal joy

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