in the Fall the trees
are denuded of leaves
by the cold, the
seasonal change, except fora few that stubbornly cling, hold on tight
and when the white of winter snow covers
the tops of limbs, these leaves wear the snow
like shawls, dressed for the dance with the wind
tall green leaf sprouts
of lilies and tulips
lay wet and still on
mother earth’s chestawaiting for the synthesis into loam,
the sacrifice to feed newborn in life's quest
like the lonely leaf that bears the cold
holding onto the
finger and hand of its root,my soul hangs onto this incarnate being
to wear the mundane wrappings so that the
eyes behold, the ears fill with nature’s song,
the lips kiss the day and night and the heart
dances in the embrace of love
