Autumn Leaves

Wind through flaming leaves,
golden extensions of the sap
and source of life, rusts and reds,
leaves beginning to brown at the
edges. Wind through flaming
leaves creates a symphony that
causes a sigh to seep from Mozart’s
grave.

But the rustling rhythms, rising and
falling to the fluid motion of the baton,
fade as leaf after leaf separates from
its hold on life, tumbles and floats in
the mix of brilliant colors to rest gently
on the cushion of yesterday’s arrivals.

Divine carpet. Elegant amalgam of
fading wonder, colors that painted
the world with breath-capturing
beauty, now sinking slowly into the
richness of aroma, texture, nourishment.
That golden leaf, that one just there,
becomes once again what it was in
order to be reformed into what it
will be.

Wind through flaming leaves,
breeze of death and birth, host at
the banquet of our nourishment,
blow with sacred gentleness.
Let me fall into the faint memory
of a former journey, a memory
fraught with comfort and happy
consolation.

Earth to earth,
leaf to leaf,
birth me as the brilliance
of new life.