Now is the time
Of sullen winds
And scudding clouds
Glowering in their gloom
This time of surly discontent
When dying leaves
With mob mentality
Congregate to wither and decompose
It is the time
When pools of puddles
Lie in languid disarray
Shallow mirrors of reflecting grey
This time, when love
With thoughtless haste
Comes bursting through
Untimed, unseasonal, insistent
It is the time, when tender shoots
Of quivering hope and love’s anticipation
Burst with rainbow ferocity
On monastic routines
This time when
Sacred rituals of security
Implode with rebellious disarray
And risk winks in invitation
It is the time
This moment,
The unseen second
That invites me
Yes, now is the time
