
with a little help
dead leaves taking flight again
oddly comforting
with a little help
dead leaves taking flight again
oddly comforting
leaves piled before gate
light filtering through their stead
time to rake is now
the half moon rising
through a tree half full of leaves
soon we’ll all be gone
ready or not, jump
hand in hand, let’s ride the wind
as long as it takes
to decay and be absorbed
to bud again one fine spring