waiting
hanging between old and new
like a breath caught and held
waiting for release
to give wholly over to a brilliance
that has already taken over the edges and is spreading
spreading insatiably
then
the trees are on fire
burning with radiant color
i want to reach up and gather the flames between my palms
to somehow be in touch with a beauty untouchable
with a splendor that overwhelms these eyes
filling them and filling them yet endlessly having more to give
the grandeur is glorious
the exquisiteness inexpressible
but the curious uniqueness of the process
the mingling in-between of green and glory
craves recognition
