Between leaf and life
Wet ochre leaves bundled exit
Life was lived now gone

As I rest on the rigid air – a leaf drifts down, soothing in
its descent; by a gush, the wind that blows through hair.
Tears cascade like rain, shattering and scattering as they
touch the ground— parting the throng of young and old,
all yearning for the fill of love to seep deep into their pores.

I am merely a frigid leaf; the tear of my once grief
the bruise of all dreams pursued with bare feet.

The gentle kiss of light seeks to rekindle the spark in your
eyes— I've heard the haunting echoes of blindness, of a
relentless quest for self, yet finding nothing of substance.

I am just a sigh, empty and bare.

Who can know
just where the water flows,
we can only ride
travelling with the tide,
life is a journey
however brief,
each of us sailing
a helpless spinning leaf

The leaves don't fall,
earth calls them down.

If I call you, love,  
will you come to me now?

You float, you flutter you flow in the wind
You effortlessly glide, you're circling twinned
You draw my attention at the corner of my eye
I'm gazing in awe, as you courageously sail by
With your shades of brown, your luscious reds, your oranges and your gold
You drift past my window with not a care to take hold
As you dip and you dive
I’m taken aside
With the freedom to dance and bring the spirit alive

Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will

Another yellow leaf,
     Another red
Descends like grief on grief.
Another yellow leaf
Whispering, "Life is brief,"
Descends from overhead
Another yellow leaf,
     Another red.

the fall
     ing leaf
is all
the fall;
i call
     my grief
the fall
     ing leaf

What is between schocking red, earthly pink, and plummed purple?

Life. Grass. A trembling leaf. Force of green.