Autumn arrives
In all of her beauty
But below the festivities
There is a swirling mass of
twisted metaphors.

How long does it take a leaf
To lose it's life and fall to the ground?
How many days after the first glimpse of summer fading
Does the leaf begin to lose it's will to live.
For it to transform itself from green to red.
For it to give up clinging to the branch that supports its life.
For it to dry and crumble?
How many of those leaves go unnoticed?
Trampled by a passerbyer
Who gives no second thought
To the crunching the corpse creates.
Oblivious to the numerous
Skeletons beneath their feet.

I can never be sure
Which side will overtake me
Will I engage myself in the customs
The scent of candles and pie filling the house
The warmth of a cup of tea after a chilly walk
The laughter of a family reunited to feast on dinner around a large table
Or will I transcend into the
Swirling mass
Becoming lost in the metaphors
That represent my
Leaf
Of a life.