Dead Leaves

Study of decay and regeneration

  

 

DEAD LEAVES

 

Dead leaves gather by the old doorway

         brown, crippled, life sucking end of season

changes that destroy the vibrant

         in favor of the wasting away

 

Is there any making sense of the decaying

         that weaves its way through life

 

Understanding is not the issue

         reality is a razor 

wounding the soul with

         filthy cuts, leaving ragged tears

 

My head will fail

         my heart will break

my mind assails me

 

But my soul will yet rise up

         on winds of light and glory

 

Holy breezes

         will one day sweep away

 

the dead leaves gathered by the old doorway