The Gift

The noon-day devil made a home
settled and unapologetic
below the heavy camouflage.

Above and sheltered
the stealthy fur-twitch nuisance
poised and ready, aims.

Fire! Ricochet! Repeat! 

A flit of scatter,
and the bucket startles to attention
clanging empty.

First memory. Then hush.

And eye to nature's eye
resolve appears,
the gift of silent conversation.

"Wake up! 
Acedia Be Gone!
The keeper of the empty bucket orchestrates the filling."
  NYE 2020 DFetterly

If you feel your bucket too light or even empty, what are you going to do to fill it? I’m wishing each of you the will and energy to take those steps.