Saturday, October 10, 2020

Don't Waste Autumn Leaves...

Don't Waste Autumn Leaves... 

A leaf wafts down spinning,
Slowly winding about,
Twisting color ,
Weaving through,
Waltzing the breath-misted Autumn air,
One among many,
No one can see them all,
In all appearance endless,
Paintbrush stroke in a masterpiece of infinity.

The leaf's time may be done,
Yet you are the one,
Knower of the nature of clocks.

Leaves fell before you,
They dance wind-swept past your feet,
A fractal bit of inconsequence,
As will more long after Winter has let you go.

I would whisper this to homeless kings,
But they already know.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/10/2020