awaiting spaces

the leaves in all their autumnal dress

          fall down and kiss the earth in celebration

                             of that moment when we catch

                                      a glimpse of the unfolding

 In the hand of this unfolding

          come words spoken into the breeze

                   to gently fan the glowing embers

                             lying in wait

                                      within these kindred spirits

          embers attended throughout eternity

                   for when in this life

                             the gentle unfolding

                                      fills out the awaiting spaces

                                                   with expansive colours

. . .

the best