Autumn

Plentiful, a few leaves rattle overhead;

uncountable , brown collateral

-  mulch of a future generation

and, every second, a dry cornflake floats

or plummets onto muddy autumn ground;

to be soaked and eaten by water, worms and earth.

Whilst airborne, no longer fixed or allied

to a mother tree with her branch and fire; deep, deep roots,

but, re-formed, sways away from her great connection

(with soft-hard edges) into a new collective.

Heading for chemical, mineral, damned decay

in a spinning fall from old body to new body

at the turn of the season, heading inevitably into

a turn of the year.