we know
that falling leaves
speak of death
in a season..
then we wonder
are we falling
as  the leaves..
falling also with
autumn beauty..?

we see veins
in each leaf
circulation channels..
nourishment
no more flowing from
a nurturing tree..
a branch from its
root now cast away..
and we wonder
where is our
root as our
nourishment fades..?

similarities abound
we and the leaves..
fearful we are
with our hidden root..
yet we wonder
have we found
vision and courage..
beholding anew
creation's falling beauty
light's filtered colors...?