Leo Moon. Scorpio Sun. Mars beyond Pluto,
Venus just beyond Saturn.
Things ease up a bit.
We are past the squeeze, & see what remains.
Lost and gained.
Some of each?
Waiting on the dust to clear?
~…Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold
for a brief while, then lose it all each November.
Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst
weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves
come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields,
land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.
You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find
shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.
All we do is pass through here, the best way we can…
– Barbara Crooker~