sabbath, unexpected

even the windmill stands still
today, no wind only sun
simmering in near-bare branches

the only leaves falling
are the ones willing to
let go

the only movement squirrels,
geese, the blue-darting of
jays making way for winter

i bring some outside in
stems gone to seed, herbs
tinged by frost, still beautiful

a reminder to rest myself
in turn, follow the season
it is enough to listen, be

did you know even a lone
leaf twirling to the ground
makes a sound?

ls 11.8.19