Into the Dust

Leaves fall onto the earth
Brown with age, yellow without sap
The tree heaves and sighs with the wind
and let's them free.
They drift, they sway, they fall
Leaving behind all past glee.

They crumble at one caress
Love doesn't please them
They are like frizzled edges of
pages written long years ago
and forgotten.

One season of autumn does so much
leaves the branches barren
One season of autumn comes into our lives
That leaves us old and senile
But slowly and steadily leads us towards eternal bliss
that salvation, that purity
That no raking can take away.

(Origininally written on 16th March 2002)