All Things Rise and Fall
The ghosts of winter are sleeping
While the river spirits play
On every sparkling wave and ripple.
Late afternoon brings
Childhood’s gentlest memories.
They play their silent songs
Heard only by my heart’s ear
Refined by the passing years.
The acorn is long since gone.
And birds have built their nests
In the old oak standing where it lay.
Leaves rise and fall in consort with the breeze
As all things rise and fall,
Waves in an eternal sea.
Copyright © 2004 Margaret Robison
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