Saturday, November 1, 2014

The Unexpected

We brace ourselves for unexpected change

We'll know better next time

Until one day
the unexpected change coming

falls softly like starlight on velvet
lies gently as November snow
on Carolina evergreens

All our prickles and needling
are covered,
smoothed by feathered grace

Til what's broken
holds on long enough
To mend,
healing
 releases its last shells that no longer need defend