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Saturday Poetry – Praise Song

Mixed media, "Fallen Leaves" © Joyce Bukofzer

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 ~*~