[Last Gasp Rings :: sterling silver & chalcedony]
In the thick of turning
the last gasp of summer
comes on pushing green and bright
near to ground
round rock roots
in the widening patches of sunlight spooling
[bristling feathers
woolly stalks
mosses star spangled and shivering]
as the aspens turn gold
and throw themselves to the ground.
I love this time of year.
The final, desperate push of summer in the September daytime, the crush of winter-coming in the cold of the night.
Oh summer, you cannot stay, there are laws of orbit you must abide by! But we’ll meet again, soon enough.
These rings serve to honor what I see happening in my forest here. Transition. Fade. A final burst of green and growth. The falling away of the rose and alder, the bare bones of the trees standing stalwart and quiet, waiting patiently for the snows to descend. It’s beautiful and tragic, as life and death always are.
