On some days one will find them floating as butterflies carried by the force of the passing wind
Effortlessly … gracefully – gliding individually, as a dove descending willfully upon freedom’s fall
From bondage … they release themselves, just as the season scouts days multiple, to find their end
Eminent determinations dictate the day – trust compels them to rest, just where, they hear the call
Fluttering suddenly … as a single congregation – these participants scurry to join the bevy below
Like birds of the same feather each follows another and none clearly understand the events of day
Was the wind kind … was it harsh … was it too quick or too late – does it order them stay … or go
From lofty summits they fall – devolving into an abyss to unconsciously roll this way or that way
Then … the rain … with or without the wind showing its lead … makes the rest lose their final grip
And this combined gravity reveals a partial source; the prevailing high power issues a new demand
Onward they go in the circle of cycle, and the rotary wheel catches and releases them at its very tip
Yet some seem to show up again and again – falling and falling and falling until … they understand
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Poem #86 | Written November 20, 2011
When Leaves Fall and Roll Away PDF