When your life looks back—
As it will, at itself, at you—what will it say?
Inch of colored ribbon cut from the spool.
Flame curl, blue-consuming the log it flares from.
Bay leaf. Oak leaf. Cricket. One among many.
(from "When Your Life Looks Back," Jane Hirshfield)
image: Christie B. Cochrell, January oak in the late afternoon sun, Los Altos Hills