ELIJAH (Another November)

With its breath held quietly 
And lingered leaves

Holding on 

Till the first
Breeze blew

Fluttering them lightly
Through the air and clouds
Of swarming swallows
Swooping

Whirlwinded on the garden
Path never touching down
Until the rain made them
Too heavy for flight

A solitary one alighting 
On Elijah's hand
Entrance to the cave

The still small voice
Sheer silence

The awesome consequence
Of the encounter of all things

To rest upon the soil
Composting into earth

Making new growth possible
For another