This black earth

Branches, arching overhead
broad lines
written in the seamless
bend and curve
of light

Pours down
flutters with each
Leaf drop
releasing its life
to the earth
only to start again
by becoming the dark rich soil

I bend now
reaching down
with hands
to touch
no, to immerse
myself in the wonder
in the exact moment
of life happening
Life unfolding
heart aching
to open
its abundant depth

Reveals
its revelling in
the remembrance
of true beauty
found
in the smallest places
the curve of a hand holding
a crimson leaf
the softness of a forest floor
the faintest of smells
rain on jasmine
Always returning
to this dark ground
this island that births itself
over and over again
to remind us
to do the same