David Taylor - Returning To Our Roots

Autumn chill is in the air
More subtle is a feeling
That invades my heart
Of foreboding, end of life
As supple sapped leaves
Turn from green to crisp
And fall to the ground
Where rapidly they decay
Return to fertile earth
A subtle transformation
And what did change?
Was any atom lost
And where is the greater bliss
In the fullness of the leaf
Displayed all too brief
Or in the warm potency
Of dark earth?

David Taylor

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