The Oak Leaf
![]() |
| (Photography by Gleb Lucky - found here) |
Through the eye of the needle
I see a forest
of ponderosa pine
a sheen of emerald green
peppered through with pops
of oak and maple—
a breeze tickles the trees’
tallest branches
and their laughter floats
on its way to the one
who watches over all
these riches—
who shines like the dawn
on glittering shafts
down to the littlest leaf
now falling in faith
that one day its death
will become our breath.
~Heather Kaufmann

Comments