I fell from you

A limb overburdened with fruit
Spring's ephemeral light, windswept
that trickled in from first frost
left the juices of our bounty
Dripping from my twigs.

The ripening ****
passed her prime,
too rotten for the birds
Mulching the rootlets that lay
at your feet--

I fell slowly away.

Sluggish to snap free
Quick to embrace the descent,

I let go,
and the bliss felt
once I was returned to earth
earnestly began the decay of me
into a much more beautiful
Happenchance.