Poetry

We are
as Leaves Falling
as stems twisting
as each of us drying
bound to hot wind
cold wind
water wind
given to no Likenesses.
Beauty in the shriveling
Back to Earth.
In our becoming
Microcosms of soil
splinters of dust for Earth turns
continuing.

“We are
as Leaves Falling…
In our becoming
microcosms of soil
splinters of dust for Earth turns 
continuing.”

From the poem, 
We are as Leaves Falling
June 2021