It has been awhile. Though I haven't been posting here, I have been sharing some of this work on a couple Facebook groups and occasionally IG. It is a part of a larger series that I have tentatively labeled ' Conversation in the Downside Up'. That may change. I saw a post today of a poem that says so much of what this speaks to. I'm copying it here.
Blanket
Take every leaf on every tree
and put its tired green to bed,
and when the green has gone to sleep
and red and yellow lift their heads,set them shining in the sky,
wild against the blue expanse.
Loosen them and let them fly,
stir the wind until they dancein airy swirls. Then lay them down
under the gentle hands of rain.
Turn their colors all to brown,
decompose their withered veins,press them drenched in sodden layers,
freeze them with your icy sighs,
bless them with your wintery prayers.
Under them the springtime lies.Kathie Fiveash