We All Know It’s Going to Happen
Radiance Angelina Petro
Fields of corn, after whispering
all summer, have fallen silent,
the earth begins its long, slow inhale,
the last cricket suddenly stops singing,
the grey heron flies, pushing the past
dreamy months behind with sad, tired wings,
branches and roots withdrawal green
back down into the ensouled earth.
We all know it’s going to happen,
we all know the cold is coming.
And what does heaven say to us,
as it blankets the ground with gold?
begin building your fires, keep each other warm,
and all through the harsh and difficult winter,
remember: seeds are dreaming of light.