The leaves are shuttling down today
like plunging into bed at night:
though most are dropping, some hold up
a celebration of their fall.
Is it that trees are facing death
by dropping limbs? No. They re-birth
within a circle’s trick of growth
expanding out a ring each year.
But now a wooden tree stands forth
against a blue November sky.
Time to grow, remember why:
death is birth, is death, is birth.