Messages

MESSAGES Aerial non-electronic e-mail - Leaves are messages to the ground, Sad messages saying how life in the airy realm Was so full and how the life down there Seems to be going to be so empty; Yet also messages of greeting and gladness to be coming home, Announcing, 'Here I come and the rest of the boys too,' Floating spinning tumbling through the branches and twigs, Hardly waiting to rub shoulders with the rest of the yellow set And take a quiet rest from the flickering breeze. We are so yellow and dried out, The only way is to be mulched And become a permanent message to the next generation. Tree-mail to the fresh leaves, which are already being germinated So that they too can flutter in the sun, Before floating down to earth again. ......................................