Poet Among Other Things

C’est La Vie

“I wish it were socially acceptable for adults to climb trees.” I just laughed and picked another burr off my backpack. “Last time I called Annie she almost fell out of her tree.”

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Have you ever noticed
The smell of Autumn?
The scent of fallen leaves
Warmed by the sun
It’s warm, yet, is the smell of death
It’s sweet, yet,is the smell of mold
How sweet and warm is the start of death and cold

Have you ever realized
That leaves have never touched the dirt?
They grow from the earth
Yet if you catch them mid-flight
They will never meet it
It’s life begins in the canopy
Never greeting it’s true mother

Have you ever heard
The noise of a windless forest?
When the crickets and birds still sing
And the leaves still lose their grip
And the squirrels still skitter up bark
And the trees still whisper
And the shadows still dance

Have you ever sat perfectly still
Long enough for the wood to take you back?
The become a part of nature again
Feeling the pulsing of life
In the roaring quiet of the trees
Feeling the breath of a curious creature
Drawing power from a tree branch
A tree bearing weight at last
Pulling warm Joy from the Sun

This is Life
Gales of silence
Beautiful death
Forever changing
Nothing is as it seems