Tumbling . . . .

tumbling . . . .

tumbling . . . .

leaves.

Snatched by the wind,
whisked from trees.
Metaphoric of the passerby
or seasonal people
who move in and out of lives.
They may be around while
peaceful and calm
and without a word ,
they hurry off
when the storm is born.

Now we lie bare
in the folds of the tree,
melted by the embrace
& not fully aware of the branches
that are soon to brake.
Reminiscent of the leaves
we too are left

tumbling . . . .

tumbling . . . .

tumbling . . . .

to the base.

Grounded by the comfort
of the Earth ;
dwelling in a sacred place .
It is here
that we’re able
to properly stargaze
& question the trees worth.

We see how leaves
are only seasonal
& as we’re struck by the branches
that loosen ,
we turn or attention
on the strong roots ,
the chains that hold all in place .

We’re reminded
that most relationships tumble ,
some brake ,
and there are the few that
stay through it all .

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© J.Williams