Final Voyage of Fall Leaves
FINAL VOYAGE OF FALL LEAVES
Leaves like tumbleweeds,
cling to my porch,
cascade down the moss,
hover like the homeless
in every yard,
often warming their hands
around fire pits.
Leaves soon will be
stuck between the teeth
of vicious rakes, gathered
into inhuman piles,
discarded like waste.
They tumble down into the woods,
quivering near howling coyotes,
sipping water from the creek,
expecting to rub their eyes,
awaken from a winter’s slumber.
Trees hover over their children,
so far below, hardly recognized
with discoloration and scars,
yet hope exists,
with decomposition,
nutrients feed the forest floor.
12/21/2016
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