Before The Trees Turn Bare

Before The Trees Turn Bare

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Who and what are you and I? 

We chart an enchanted path

Without bodies floating in space.

The earth, a memory, went missing somehow

What was forgotten, who remembers now?

The fire, which dwindles, never goes out

The fire in me, the fire you

Empty spaces, word bubbles

Where are the prophets? 

Not in cell phones

Your computer screen or in my pocket

The earth is speaking

Who is listening?

Did we forget how to hear? 

We can’t see what is near

If we all spoke only poetry 

Mixed streams of words with sky

To gaze a moment by chance in your eyes 

A glance from the moon, smiling through trees

Who are unattached to their falling leaves

Pieces come together, then poof, magic

It builds and falls

Something like the falling in the past 

Yet present without a trace

Collapsing movements, empty spaces

Call me to other places, all the forgotten faces

Disappear and appear without names

History gives way. Time falls apart

The earth moves

The wind roars, mountains shake, but it's ok

I can see you, and all is good

Perfect

Trust unbroken

I always come through

A gentle heart that will listen

Sing or be silent with you

Spin a dream of stars

Playing with space, flowing time

Something new

I write one heart to another

I offer this blossom with a prayer

Before the trees turn bare

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Written where history, time, and space give way to a new day, by David Penn Trinley Arndt, December 28, 2017.