Fall

The leaves are falling

slowly harking the

beginning of fall.

In my mind

acceptance comes

with reluctance.

But still the leaves fall

without my consent.

Their rust, brown, orange and

sharp green leaves litter my path.

Such as the will of nature.

I can’t stop it -

time and the seasons.

Sometimes I feel caught

like in the intricate design of a spider’s web.

I am aware of my fate and left paralyzed.

As I stand on a bridge the low hanging sun

Is reflecting - my shadow – below.

It’s like I now exist in two places

at once.

First mistaken for a bird

above us there is a leaf high up in the sky

Caught in the cross winds.

I follow Its slow descent.

It is as if It knows death is past and decay is all that is left.

Just as I know my shadow will disappear at the will of a cloud

or the earth’s journey around my benefactor will cast me aside

if I linger too long.