The Fall

Glorious colors all around

I am entranced as I move through the forest

Small crab-apples crunch under foot

Leaves of orange, yellow, and red abound.


A breath, a second, a moment

And I am face down

Seemingly tripping over nothing

I lay sprawled on the soft mud and moss.


It could have been a rock or a root

That rose up from the earth

To meet my face

Instead my fall is broken softly.


I continue on

More cautious, still observing

As some leaves come sailing down

Gloriously dressed for their final descent.


They captured the sunlight

God’s beauty blazing through them

And now they shall soon rest

After the wind ceases to blow them here and there.


I too am like these leaves

Maybe now is the fall of my life

A time to blaze with God’s glory

And someday make the gentle descent.


Swirling down

I am moving, breathing and moving

Cool cloudy Autumn morning

And then a song comes on

Slowing me down

Love and kisses, sweet haunting melody

And I watch as a gust of wind

Swirls the leaves from the trees

In all of their golden, red, and orange hews

They fly about

Dancing, flitting, sailing down

And I get it, right here and now

This is death, these leaves are already gone

And yet they grace me with such beauty

They will fold back into the earth, returning to whence they came

If they had not fallen, and swirled around me

Gliding through the crisp Fall morning air

There would be no room for the new green Spring buds

Some 8 months from now

For that moment, I rejoiced in their beauty

Their dazzling light and color show

I was there and I was here and now, and with it all at once

Death and life merging in the beautiful dance

Of the Swirling Down Leaves.