as a reminder that even the end of a season
can be beautiful.
I tossed the leaf to the autumn wind
who embraced it in her outstretched arms
as she baptized us both in a blustery sea of change.
She entrusted me to the ground-
and your name, she lifted past the pedestals and the clouds
and maybe even past heaven itself
(Although I can never be sure, but I would rather say "I trust" than "I don't know")
So I wave to the leaf I no longer see,
entrusting my goodwill to an end
that I have accepted I may never know.