by Robin Enns
not sure
yet
when the signal
will come
the leaves
and the trees
wait
and the frost
hesitates
not sure (either)
when the signal
will come
some (with ears more finely tuned)
hear
something
in
the winding song of the wind
the message their geese
hear earlier
and they just
let go
let go
let
go
twirling
and
s w
i
r
l
i
n
g
down
down to
mother
earth