May-June, 2005
Fall 

The final hesitation,
Before the wind blew away
The last yellow leaf twirling on its stalk.
Fall. The leaves must go.

Twigs danced in the wind.
And fell around the roots --
The roots in the depths -- unmoved.
Or was it a sob that was buried?

Why the joy, when another day
A tender leaf sprouts,
Turning green in the Spring sun?
Why, when Fall shall return?

Ask the tree.
Ask about the joy, and life.
And love.