every creature has its own wildness
every creature has its own wildness
secret even the sun pales
in the summer’s restless heat of evening
each has its own season
within time’s breathing space
and each season’s reflecting sky
which turns on the axis of silence
each has its own fragile perfection
as every wildness sings its own sweet mystery
within the web of infinity
leaves fall simply
trees grieve gold red yellow
in the letting go