Flight of the leaf

by Pangalactic

As the seasons turn yet again,
the forest floor becoming thick with tomorrow's soil,

the Earth having moved degrees in its grand celestial whirl,

the wind takes a crisp tone and threatens to bite.

Lovers use the opportunity to entangle themselves tight: the comfort of embrace,

the smell of woodsmoke, ignites excitement in the primitive areas of the mind, wispy plumes mingling with the morning mists.

And the colors in the trees, those most beautiful leaves of autumn, how can it be that death has painted you so lovely?

What thoughts have you as you tumble and glide on your first and final flight?

Do you strive for distance, an adventurous type, or dive like a dart and go out in style?

And as you wither and evaporate, the golden sun warming your face, a martyr you disintegrate, a death no less than full of grace.

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October
2021

I love October, I love autumn. The color, the beautiful death - that feedeth the earth. Leaves are very important in the life cycle of the forest and the forest very important in the life cycle of myriad creatures, including you and I

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Revere the leaf; maker of soil; giver of life

Flight of the leaf

by Pangalactic

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