(You were, today, you said, like scattered leaves on a fall wind. The ground moves beneath you and you cannot choose where you fall, or where you land. Have faith that you will land where you ought.)<\/p>\n
torn and tossed,
\nthe papery leaves
\nfly over the ground
\nscampering and unsettled,
\ngrasping at ground which
\nwill not reach out in return.<\/p>\n
they remember summer
\ngreening stems
\nand unfurled veins
\nwhich drank in the sun
\nlike wine,
\nand the sun, in return
\ncast her light through them
\nand lit the world
\nas if a cathedral of green<\/p>\n
rootless now
\nthey flutter
\nlike all the winged things
\nwhich once rested upon them
\nand laid their eggs,
\nwhose children walked
\nwith sticky feet,
\nnoisily munching,
\nan annoyance, however brief,
\nbefore they repelled on silken string,
\nor cocooned before taking flight.<\/p>\n
despairing
\nat the fading wind
\nthey lie and look up at the sky
\nand their bestemmed brethren
\nwith longing and sorrow.<\/p>\n
but then
\na face, curious,
\npeeks down
\nand carefully stares
\n– as if seeing each leaf
\non its own terms –
\nand lifts them,
\nmarveling at the lines of red,
\nthe creep of golden yellow,
\nand the stems turned to copper.<\/p>\n
She measures them –
\nthey are larger than her hand! –
\nthen lifts them toward the sun
\nwhere they glow like soft fire
\nbehind her pale fingers.<\/p>\n
Some she saves to
\npress in her book,
\nbut the others –
\nthey are thrown into the air –
\nhandful after handful,
\nflying and falling
\nfrom the ground
\nto the sky and back.<\/p>\n
The trees,
\ngreening with envy,
\nlook on
\nas leaves of red and gold
\nrain down and down
\nover her dancing
\nand laughter
\nas there,
\nbeneath her feet,
\nfallen
\nthey shine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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