We fall like the leaves, once green and energetic
sunlight into energy, our faces towards the sun
all summer long, the youth of our lives.
beauty now, energy fallen to earth, a pathway of
furled leaves, green hidden under rusty oranges
and soft browns, we soften like them, having
drifted down under the soft patter of rain, the
heaviness of an early wet snow, we are beautiful
in our ages, I stand on them today, another day
I will join them in their softness on the ground.
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