the lights have left the leaves,
golden brilliance
turned out like a 
glowing candle
quieted by the wind.

the leaves float and rustle
voices, too, carried by the breeze
to this place atop a hill--
the slant a receptacle for sound
forcing it upwards 
to my ears.
I'm hidden--
He's not.
I hear Him.
He's here.
linking with dVerse Pub for Open Link Night 95. Join us?


  1. i often find the almighty in nature...yes i can hear...

  2. yes. Yes!!

    He Is Who He Is, always, no matter who or where we are!

  3. This is soothing... your words, the leaves, the ending.


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