More to be done

I adore the light in the fall.  This fall I adore it more, if that is possible.  In my office under the altar I see the crooked pine out my window as evening falls.  The sun angles different in the fall, more sideways somehow.  It illuminates different parts of things.  This fall I see there is more to be done. I know I only see a small speck.  So I start with the speck.

There is more to be done,

Much more.

I have been given

A tiny glimpse

Of all it entails,

A glimmer,

A sideways shimmer

As the light angles different

This particular fall.

There is more

To be seen

In the fall light:

The crooked pine illuminated

Just so

Out my office window.

There is more to be done,

A possibility or two

Out my office window,

On the bench

Under the pine.