Trees in Autumn
When the summer's gone out of them
we can see what they are made of.
The vesseled maze, the spreading beams,
strength or helplessness, bone or cartilage. \
Defenseless. Now
we see through them.
Rolf Jacobsen
Trees
Its a bad time for trees,
a secret half locked deep in the ground,
an aerial half vulnerable
to the whims of arrogant men.
Their only defense (and it has always been so),
a seasonal diaspora of seeds,
when the Many seize the late summer winds
and leave the One behind.
FS
There Will Come a Time
There will come a time
when it is time to wander off.
Around me, people
laugh and cry and carry on.
Still, I am not with them;
I cannot be with them.
They don't yet know,
with the certainty that I am coming to know,
that there will come a time
when it is time to wander off.
The time for some is sooner,
the time for others later.
We do not know our time.
Then suddenly, before us,
a new and shining sea,
a fresh breeze,
and a little boat,
bidding us to sail.
FS
It's the Dream
It’s the dream we carry in secret
that something miraculous will happen
that it must happen
that time will open
that the heart will open
that doors will open
that the rockface will open
that springs will gush–
that the dream itself will open
that one morning we’ll quietly glide into
some little harbor we didn’t know was there.
Olav Hauge
