Speak to me through the trees
Through the leaves already fallen
And those yet to fall
Speak to my reflection in the puddles
And by the muck that sticks to my shoes
Speak to me
In the sound of the small creatures
Scurrying away unseen
Speak from the heavens
White blue and gray
In the birdsong
Speak through the solitude
Though I'm not alone
Speak,
For I am ready to listen.
December 17, 2018