I
The blood-red fallen maple leaves
looked as alive on the ground
as they had on the trees.
If “the past is never past,”
then the dead are never dead –
now is forever in a moment.
Hence the admonition, “Pay
attention” spoken through all
time, in all cultures makes sense.
There are verities no ideas, dogmas
can dislodge and life-in-death
and death-in-life is one of them.
The truth is I love the leaves
on the trees, I love the leaves
on the ground – both beautiful.
II
The furnace running
is a sure sign fall
is here as well as
the frost, the fallen,
falling turned leaves,
the days one minute
shorter from one
to the other. And that
melancholy of the heart,
that sweet sorrow
for remembered time,
that sweet longing
for dreams to come true,
that fall into the paradise
of joy and sorrow,
stories to be told.
-Byron Hoot
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