This poem was inspired by a leaf found during a walk near home. As I held, admired then placed it, thoughts of resilience and mortality visited. Though
not in a hurry to leave the tree of life & this material world, I’m becoming ‘urgently interested’ in the soul’s seasons just before and after that leaving. – Hugh
• Season for Leaving •
While on a morning walk I came
upon this small leaf fallen
upon the path. With still a month
of Summer left to stall in,
she hurried down with coloured coat
and Autumn ushers in.
Though drying and dying, her varied
hues were singing life today.
I’ll pass by there again tomorrow,
visit the bush from which she fell.
From past walk-bys, it seems unwell,
or perhaps she fell from sorrow.
Part dead, part alive,
still with colours and veins,
this late-summer leaf
has quit its growing-toil.
Like early-leaving cranes,
doesn’t mess around –
gets right down, floats outta town.
The journey’s long
to south, and soil.