Small Gods

I heard there are small gods 
of endless becoming 
restless within endings 
hopeful in beginnings
stirred by a whispered prayer
quickened by a simple touch
 they tend to sorrow 
 that holds no reason
  riding first thaw
  slipping through frost crack
  entering ice break 
  rising with bud wake
 delighting in flower burst
 tasting berry drop
there in wind shift
birdsong turning
leaf fall longing 
quivering 
in the movement 
of green to yellow
 

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Music pairing: Olafar Arnalds, The Woven Song – 2022

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I was sad to hear that the author John Crowley passed away this summer. I loved his writing and have been catching up on novels I missed. “Small gods of endless becoming“ were mentioned briefly near the end of his book Aegypt and inspired this poem.

This poem was conceived and grown organically from my own unique human experience, thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.

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