We will gather seeds,
we will gather scions,
we will gather the miracle
of ripples on the river,
the intersection of ducks
with all that physics,
light’s answer to the waves’ summons

We will be fed
by what we love
all through the winter —
the love will always be
what nourishes us,
however it’s presented

And we will feed others,
sometimes before we know it —
we will feed them
with our love.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2016