Revelation

Tired summer stripped off,
quitting the trees earlier each day
until a disguise of green dropped
in bold patterned,
bright coloured skirts down
around bony knees.

The hidden places are shown.

It now appears to the naked eye
that beast and bird, by nature knowing how,
built nests high,
collecting bunches of warm things,
dry twigs, torn fur, used feathers and,
stolen from the nearby grocery,
shards of a plastic bag or two.

Approaching winter, and its Ermine coat,
bold,
suffices now as dressing-screen
while the whole scene makes
changes, gets ready for tender
beginnings. This process works
as if to plan, so

have no fear of a cycle’s start or end.

Know that all the busy while of time,
innate skill does push and bend,
duck and weave,
foster, nurture, laugh, grieve,
and was,
before the lazy sun sloughed off to shine,
unseen.