Beyond All Bearing
In winter, when pines weary,
When aligned limbs quiver with longing,
And the ground moans under gravity’s weight,
It’s then, through the northern night
That concentric silver circles radiate
Like wind-borne waves racing shoreward,
Beautiful beyond all bearing.
. . . . . . . .Swifter still—
God speeds across the cosmos
Earthward, arms open wide.
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, December 7, 2015 — by Susan Delaney Spear
photo by Christine Klocek-Lim