Leaves Will Fall

Leaves will fall Where they may. Stones will stand. Birds will lean into the sun On wires When they can. The rusted bucket by the drain Knows its patience well. The buds that break a hardened bark Will live to tell. Morning’s air will touch With full-on kiss Each neighbors dog To yield another bark The road will touch a tire, Say goodbye, And leave its mark Touch again and then And always touch And always then And touch And say goodbye To hands and other limbs And others What a marvel Is understanding Thank you for all of this Again And again And always again.