The Innocence Of The Scene

While out walking on this beautiful day,

attached to my own venerable solitude,

I glimpsed a gorgeous autumn leaf,

finding ease and rest by the side of the curb.

Looking up, I spotted the tree from which it fell

and noticed yet another leaf twirling, then floating

with such a sleepy, effortless tranquility, down toward me,

as though lullabied by the wind’s sweeping breeziness.

Sadly, I could not hear its primal cry

and the innocence of the scene became 

all the more affecting as the leaf, 

by force of nature, pirouetted to the ground.

Newly severed, it lay limpid and mute,

yet its plume of flame continued to blaze

with such splendour and acute simplicity,

even though one day, it would vanish into nothingness.

The falling of a leaf is a simple, common occurence,

yet I am constantly filled with overwhelming wonder

as the beloved, sometimes ignored background

of this earth awakens me to its serendipitous circumstances.