Suddenly the two stately trees
outside my window are shot through
with sprays of gold. My heart rails
against the turning season
like a child resisting bedtime, but
the trees hear the shofar's call.
Come alive, flare up, be
who you are: let your light shine!
The katydids and crickets sing
the time is now, the time is now.
The last time I visited my mother
I told her "it's okay if you're ready
to go." My heart railed against
her dying, but after one last burst
of color she was ready to rest.
This year the trees' razzle-dazzle
speaks to me in her voice: be here
while you can. Drink every drop
of daylight. And when night falls,
it's full of stars: don't be afraid.
poem by Rabbi Rachel Barenblat, 2019
(Each year during the month of Elul -- the month leading up to the Days of Awe -- I write a poem to share with family, friends, & blog readers. This is this year's. Those annual poems are online here -- most recent at the top.)