Summer Fall Winter Spring. We watch them pass in the slightly seasonless tones of desert life, watch these kids grow from tiny tyrants into baby mooses, all legs and attitude. We try to give them roots and wings. We know most days we’re failing at one or the other. We watch the sun rise, the earth breathe. We watch another sunset, cleave to the promise that this world is not our home but together we can roam it, perhaps leave it a little better than we found it. We listen to the laughter of two teens (for once) helping each other with homework. We wait for a leaf or two to fall, knowing it’s all in Your kind, capable hands. We stand and lie and try and try and fall and fail and turn, turn, turn.
The moon’s a sliver
waiting to become a lone
silver sky balloon.
It’s Haibun Monday over at dVerse, and Toni has us pondering change. Come play!