Thursday, April 27, 2017

the way down, and the way up

High Spring in the Smokies

here in High Spring
trees leaf with a green
so toward the yellow
that they look full of sun,

as if to mimic snow,
cherry blossoms flurry down,
so do dogwood petals and silver bells,
plus the outside wrappings for the tulip poplar flower,
they all, and more, drift down through the air,

not that long ago, the winds of early spring
carried spiraling tulip poplar seeds 
onto the same ground,

much of nature fights to assert—
resisting gravity to thrust toward the sky to hold,

may we learn the grace of the way down
to complement the will of the way up.

by Henry H. Walker
April 20, ’17

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