Leaves in Autumn

6/5/11

Leaves in Autumn

Friends come and go

Like leaves that fly with tattered wings

In the autumn air.

The tree can only hold its roots:

All else,

Even the mighty branches held up in triumph

One day fall.

The leaf flies like a bird without a home

And searches for a nest

Or a purpose,

Only to land in a barely-green patch of grass.

Purpose comes and purpose goes,

Drifting like dead autumn air

And falls, and roots itself,

Always into something new.