Monday, October 21, 2024

Dust and Ashes

Holding on by hanging,
   like a dry yellow leaf 
      waiting for the last breath
        lingering now above,
         even as many dance
to where they are going.

Is it the not knowing,
   not the fear of floating,
     nor the feel of free falling
       that keeps both leaf and limb
         tenaciously joined
as in Spring's first budding?

As the last season blows,
     the last leaf knows its hold
       will soon be turning loose
         to dance and slowly go,
           so death can bring new life,
as do dust and ashes.

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