Symmetry / This Recurring Kindness

My piece, Symmetry (above), followed by the poem Tera Freese wrote in response. To read more about this project see this post: Venus: Poets and Fiber Artists Reflect and Evening Star/A Walk with Sadness.

This Recurring Kindness by Tera Freese

Every August it happens white blaze of afternoon ripens the fruit makes even the birds fat as queens.

Here they are now twittering and thrashing in the high sweet grasses, dark wings dusted with deep gold pollens throwing confetti of fireweed days of merriment and feasting.

Even in their tiny eyes - a bright exuberant health as in something that has come 'round again to meet it's full potential.

These are the same mourning doves that eat dark oily seed from my pale palm after the curtain of Autumn has dropped.

Yes, even when there is not this bounty, there is still enough. For that which dwells in the first hung star is there, too, in the last to fade to morning's tide.