I in a Remembrances

How many times

through how many lives

Have I seen the leaves

Lift and float

In the cold and wind

of a chill swept late November eve?

How many times

and in how many lives

Has one girded warm cottons

to these cocoons of life

in the cold and wind

and smiled with the winters of change?

Oh yes! how many times

with how many lives

Has this deep living pulse

in Creation’s Breath

savoured and smiled as one,

as the Thanks of this Warmth Itself!

(November '88)