Sukkot

Wind Blows

And the canvas flaps gently.

Leaves rustle

And the wind pulls the walls fiercely,

Heaving and breathing the blue stenciled prayers

And Sacred Names in our hastily tied

Tinker toy shelter

The air is sweetly cool and smells of pine and grass

Look up! The moon is full

Rising over the hemlocks,

While the stars twinkle between bamboo and branches.

In here we can smell........

The Garden.