the great circle





gentle, gentle

wandering one


kneeling, in a wooded dale

by a silent stream


with hands thrust deep

into decaying soil

living sunset memories

from a faded dream


find a seed protected

from the winter's cold

awaiting the warmth

of a distant spring


cupped in hand

sense its future

vining upwards

and the fruit it brings


living, dying

the great circle

wispy images

of souls long lost


judgment based

on your shared treasures


with life's rewards

traced in the frost



From – Of Light and Reflection

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Copyright 1992

Patrick M. O’Neil


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Full image: On the Palomar Mountain Observatory Trail, Fry Creek camping, 06/2007