I sit
In silence
Absorbing falling beauty of trees
Around me
As leaves detach from their original home
Lying in piles at my feet
Many times I’ve mourned vivid greens
That fade before my eyes
Dreading the appearance of
Bare twigs that take their place
It is an odd grief, missing something bound to return
My soul is fused with that of those leaves
Always to be reunited
With the vibrance that once surrounded me
As reliable as the trees is my wonder
If this is the year the green leaves decide to
Fade permanently,
If the pattern will break
Leaving me
Stuck grasping at something
Never to be mine again
If I don’t sit
Long enough to appreciate the trees full of life before me
Will their beauty forever disappear?
While I take in their shade, their tranquility,
What else am I missing?
