The First Leaf to Fall

You might kneel to the ground
to focus your imagination on it
only to find your own story
from bud to leaf and in the end to a time
where October brushes over your dry skin
and the last of the sun
drains the color from your lips

I found this to be true
the leaf’s journey as the wind’s loyal servant
is equal to mine
set free to drift towards a resting place
far from the mother tree
where the pink sky backs up the mountains
and the last of the day’s light fills with stars

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