Autumn
It fell the other day…
One orange-brown leaf,
A lone suicidal rebel,
The stark voice of reason
Escaped from a frivolous
Gaudy-green tree
So still convinced of the Summer.
This leaf? It shifted and caught the sun -
As if to show that all is well
And to soften the blow
Of a deep, inevitable Winter.
Which was nice of it.
But I’m (unusually)
Here in the moment,
So the trees they can stand there all naked and frozen
And skeletal bold
In the darkest grey skies of December
And I hope I shall read
In each every moment
How good it all is
And be in on a
Beautiful Truth.