Any Day

We sit in light and center
Could there be a more perfect day,
Except any other?
All days are equal here among the bird song
And the Green light that means “go”,
But go softly and with perennial peace, go softly, silently, in stillness, nowhere
Yes, I love the still calm and the soft friendliness of the translucent green
tulip tree leaf, like a tea cup in a saucer, hanging in the air without a single motion
But I will love it too when the raindrops descend upon it
Yanking it a little way from its hold on that still spot
Forcing it to bow, bowing before my Father’s world
I will love it when it turns to yellow and the color drains into it
As the light drains out
I will love it when the yellow browns and crinkles and the wind begins to toss it
Turning it from side to side working it away
In a motion like the sway of a cradle
Until all the stillness of the summer is broken off and it flies
A little way from the branch to the earth
To go scraping and creeping accross the crusted snow
In the glory of the Father’s world it flies gracefully, without fear
Joyfully free to its little death
To mingle with the common earth
To lie beneath our boot soles
To be covered by the blanket of snows,
Warm in the embrace of earth
Where I still love and will love any day and every day.