LET THE LEAVES FALL

Source: fall-spirit

Let the leaves fall where they may

upon tombstones built to stay.

On these stones, the residents pound

as fall colors litter the ground.

No one is free to leave.

To this earth, they must cleave.

IT’S ALIVE

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

THE SINKHOLE

THE SINKHOLE

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below?

And hear me if I yell out hello?

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late

And I suffer the same sad fate.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.
Old man winter tries to
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and in the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old man winter.
She has no choice.
But she puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

Life hangs in the balance.
Calm blue waters.
Pretty pink sand.
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
But life hangs in the balance.
One big burst of wind and
the palm trees will go flying.
Lifted from their roots,
from their anchor to the ground.
One small breeze.
One incidental shift in the wind.
And all could be gone.
The more precarious,
the more precious life becomes.

NEVER STOP

Lift your face to the sky.
Pump hard with your feet
as you soar higher.
Higher than you can by
merely standing on the ground.
The world has so much to offer.
So much to see, hear, and feel.
Places to explore.
People to meet.
Never look down.
Just keep reaching
higher and higher.
Never stop.
And never give up.