Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Convergence

the wind scatters leaves in gusts on the street,
as I watch,
they are gathered,
(invisible hands) 
tumbled, 
tossed,
raised in a little vortex of perfection--
a moment,
a mysterious convergence.
just as quickly
they are released,
free to fly about on the wind again.

© Kelly Mine 2014

2 comments:

  1. Kind of like the children in our families, but hopefully, they will converge again and again . . . beautiful, Kelly.

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    1. Thanks, Rhonda.
      I wrote this in response to just such a situation. My whole family converged this weekend in response to a crisis. We were gathered together to ride out the storm.

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