Gathering

We will gather seeds,

we will gather scions,

we will gather the miracle

of ripples on the river,

the intersection of ducks

with all that physics,

light’s answer to the waves’ summons

We will be fed

by what we love

all through the winter —

the love will always be

what nourishes us,

however it’s presented

And we will feed others,

sometimes before we know it —

we will feed them

with our love.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 10, 2016