Sabbath Poem V 2001

The wind of the fall is here.

It is everywhere. It moves

Every leaf of every

Tree. It is the only motion

of the river.  Green leaves

Grow weary of their color.

Now evening too is in the air.

The bright hawks of the day subside.

The owls waken.

Small creatures die because

Larger creatures are hungry.

How superior to this

human confusion of greed

and creed, blood and fire. 

                                   -Wendell Berry