Flutter

A leaf like a slowly closing hand
drops off

a great mother of a
tree - letting go

(irresistibly
it lets go)

in a shutterdown
of winter’s paler light.

How wonderful like a butterfly
to flutter, tumble, still;

only caught by wind - not knowing
that the lattice bark has started on a spree

with sun and rain and waving snow,
of soundness and repair.