an empty space is still data
my phone reminds me
no space is truly empty
a falling leaf reminds me
the time of long shadows
has come ‘round again
cedar waxwings whistle
through bare branches
the low sun catches on wings
in lieu of leaves
rests in a red oak
undressing in the wind
and flickers like an angel
resisting temptation
to follow the leaves down
spinning spiralling
or rocking back and forth
like a cradle
if only i could sleep
and leaf out when i wake
clinging to hope makes us
as empty as the future
let the earth take
its own sweet time
let this glory
be enough
