A Fallen Leaf
Held in my hand a fallen leaf…
let go before the season: should
I not question the reason, even those
of God? Or only the foul-play of
man?
Determined I traveled the veins,
like a palm-reader reading her
mark, some earnest applying thought
mystical craft – traveled did I the
many meridians, like bread-crumbs
along a forest path...curiosity eating
away as I passed --
What learned I cannot say
What felt I cannot pray
Over-looking the greatest treasure
in retrospect found
entered the light of another day
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