Autumn chill is in the air <br />More subtle is a feeling <br />That invades my heart <br />Of foreboding, end of life <br />As supple sapped leaves <br />Turn from green to crisp <br />And fall to the ground <br />Where rapidly they decay <br />Return to fertile earth <br />A subtle transformation <br />And what did change? <br />Was any atom lost <br />And where is the greater bliss <br />In the fullness of the leaf <br />Displayed all too brief <br />Or in the warm potency <br />Of dark earth?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/returning-to-our-roots/
