What the Heart Wants Now

After the long,
lavish season
of green,
after the fleeting
glory of gold,
my heart is
teaching my eyes
to resee how
the gray filigree
of empty branches
is also beautiful,
a shrine
to spaciousness,
an airy splendor
that rhymes
with this longing
to be with
what is quiet,
what is open,
what is fiercely clear,
what is here.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

From A Hundred Falling Veils, where this lovely poet shares a new poem every day