Autumn Dirt

I wish I could bury my self in the autumn dirt To die in the cold, dark ground in the arms of my mother After gravity had taken from me that which was no longer needed Leaving me bare The sun to cleanse even the deepest parts of me Before settling into the stillness of winter And oh, to be birthed again in the magic of spring Gently awakened by sweet birdsong Green and full of promise Roots firmly planted, yet reaching for the sky And in this new life, I finally flower