The Nature of This

The summer’s coming to a close.

The river where we panned for gold

will soon be strewn with fallen leaves.

The sego lily and the rose

have quieted. Today it seems

that all the world is gentling.

We have let go of clutching things.

From here we watch the seasons come

and go with a surprising ease.

It isn’t that we’ve bested fear,

or that we never wake to know

in spite of love, we die alone.

It is is enough to fall in love.

To fall in love and watch the world unfold.

(first appeared in Pivot)