And This Is Autumn

Leaves, scattered wet with the falling rain,
litter the pavement, stuck there
like the pieces of my life,
in memories pleasant and beautiful.

Waiting in the late Autumn evening for those
still clinging to the unburdening trees;
to join them. . .and me,
Until some crisp December wind,
carries them scooting along the ground;
Lifting them up at last
unto Infinity!


Sheila MacGregor October 19, 2011