Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Sonnet #23

"Leaf and Wind"

To think, young pilgrims, that we once were leaves
Contently spooning on the forest floor,
And that our hearts once floated leisurely
Bareback on softened currents in the Fall.

And think, young pilgrims, we too once were wind
That carried our leaf-selves from highest bough
In crystal arms, to gently tuck us in -
Our bed the breathing gold blanket below.

And yes, young pilgrims, leaf and wind belonged
To one another and unto themselves.
Each time one held the other in its palm,
Our body's map was born corporeal.

Until and after soil churns from flesh,
Young pilgrims, know, your soul's deciduous.

A sonnet for Autumn.

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