To reverse again
requires courage, the sort of
spunk only trees have.
Their confidence is
stone ready to weather sun
and shadow, life and
growth. Winter and spring
in them, they stand like statues
we stumble between.
Outside, wind quiets.
The sky turns suddenly
gray, and no one
is speaking—a reverence
irresistible.
*The sixth sonnet in a crown of sonnets including “Daughter Spring,” “Sunday Evening,” “On the Block,” “Reinvocation,” and “The Nature of Change.” Only one sonnet remains to complete the crown.
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