I am a leaf,
A leaf that falls.
We all fall sometime,
Why not fall in Fall?
But as the fateful season nears…
I tremble fiercely on my branch;
I cling to all that I have left
Don’t tear me from my happy place;
Life is brittle – I’ll fight the theft!
Death cannot get the best of me!
Of course it can’t – I’ll kick its ass!
Bring it on, you Judas bastard!
I won’t die sprawled upon the grass!
But Silence will not answer me…
The dear old faces of my friends,
Robust and full of fragrant scent,
Fade into brown upon the ground
And make no noise, no laugh, no sound.
Why am I the last to live –
The last to cling to nature’s sieve?
Is there a natural way to fall?
Or do I choose death above it all?
Should I let go and join their fate?
Can fear be coupled up with hate?
If I let go will I be missed?
Will I still live? Will life persist?
Why not let go? Why hold on?
The friends I love are dead and gone.
To journey down… maybe I must,
But down below I’ll turn to dust.
But as the breeze brushes my face…
I startle… was that a caress?
A ripple disturbs my sadness…
What if this Fall is here to guide
The fall I know I need to take?
Though I see nothing but a plunge –
All traces of my life expunged,
What if my fall is not all?
What if a call beckons my fall?
Down in the brown I see a flame…
From glowing green to bloody red,
A foreign furnace sparks the dead…
Like winter frost upon a pane
That melts to let eyes feast again,
Maybe I have played my part;
Maybe the fall starts greater art.
I’m still so frightened of the fall,
But I will give the fall my all.
This fall I take, my fall I make:
A determined leap into the cold;
I don’t know how or where I’ll land,
But know I’m destined for the land.
Whatever Fall has brought us all,
I am a leaf; this is my fall.
The featured image is title “October Leaf” and is (c) Lancia E. Smith. It is used here with glad permission for Cultivating and The Cultivating Project.
Christina Brown is an artist who loves Beauty and the multifaceted ways in which it manifests itself in our lives. Though primarily a writer, it is her dream to pick up her painters brush again someday and attempt to partially capture, through life’s fleeting snapshots, the sublimity and goodness of our God. Christina lives at the foothills of the Rocky mountains in Colorado with her two beautiful children and gracious husband, and will not be found at any time of day without something delicious to drink. Her favorites include cappuccinos, iced tea, sparkling water, and her husband’s lovingly crafted cocktails.
Christina Brown
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