& Dying

There is a dance

The seasons do

And all the world beside her

It goes like this:

Being born

Growing up

Settling down

& Dying

Oh, what a thing it is!

to fall in with all the leaves

i grew up with

& watched their yellows reds and oranges burn upon their faces

I watched them rustle and heard their laughter

but only now, at the foot of our tree

Do I feel their touch as we fade

into one another

to sleep beneath the snow ❄️ 🍃 🌳