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Saturday Poetry – Praise Song

Mixed media, "Fallen Leaves" © Joyce Bukofzer

PRAISE SONG
by Barbara Crooker
from Radiance

Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair.  Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees.  Praise the meadow
of dried weeds:  yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer.  Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet.  Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass:  Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple.  Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.

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  • November 21, 2009, 8:43 am Star*

    Thanks for this meaningful descriptive poem. I like it!

  • November 21, 2009, 9:17 am denise

    Lovely, and in time for Thanksgiving ~*~