Monday, 12 November 2012
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.