Autumnal

My thoughts wander with the leaves,
skittering, blown, and trodden,
one day to be raked,
then compost piled
(or just posted and compiled,
it’s really all the same)
then packed or hauled away
and burned;
earth, then plants, then food
then
nothing.

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