Fall of Leaves
Slicing side to side; flutter in a cool gust.
Summer storks start their downward glide,
The leaf falls regardless.
Veins of chlorophyll, hues of royal brown,
Greet the late sun’s rays;
Uncertain, yet, unfailing.
Does acceptance numb the pain,
Of death deemed inevitable;
Or shall we rage untamed,
A broken heart on fire.
Time sounds the bell,
Of a march made in heaven;
Fall weaves its bitter spell,
And sweetens up the darkness.
A boy stares intently, bringing fallen leaves new life.
The wonder of a new breath,
Wrings out wet air.
So I stare contently; at the seasons ever-changing,
Taking solace in mortality,
The greatest gift of all.
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On the nature of change and eternity.