Detritus

7.15.06

Fall leaves land on sad dark earth

where summer's fruits once lay

and children's feet danced the dirt.

Cool air parts the tree limbs

loosens from their branches

the old used filters

purveyors of CO2

and drops them where it will.

In Halloween hues

piles of fibrous petals

carpet grounds and whip through the sky.

A season's work is done

a harvest shall be reaped

and doors which close

leave tears behind

while others open

greeting the sun

with the tiny shoot

of a fern's new tendril.