Where is Divinity?
by Michael Escoubas

(after The woods are lovely, dark and deep
… Robert Frost “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”)

I have often wondered that
when I am still
at the forest’s edge
as sunlight streams through naked
boughs, once breathless
releasing their summer fragrances …

then the slow burning
the inevitable turning
from green to yellow
from yellow to orange
and a thousand shades
in between …

the merging of colors
the very voice of earth
hinting softly
that all of life
even the ending of life
has within it,
whisperings
of love and grace
as if all of this comes our way
by some mysterious plan
in which
the woods are lovely, dark and deep.