A DAY IN AUTUMN
Crisp golden leaves touch the ground For the very first time Experiencing the moist soil and soft grass All year long, they have clung To their mother’s embrace Now they stand independent Having bloomed in beauty through the passage of time And now it’s time to wither Even though they still feel like young ones They’ve made their mother look gorgeous Always Now it’s time to leave her But what’s a tree without her leaves? Lonely. Like a writer without words A chef without food Like themselves It’s a season of change Nothing stays the same forever They’ve witnessed beauty, despair Is that all life has to offer? They wonder No, there’s much more And then there’s death. ...