Upon the wind, the brown leaf flew
On wings of ochre fragility.
Floating, sailing through the blue
Of sky, towards the water;
Towards blue, liquid serenity.
The leaf, despite its wintry flight,
Remembered times when it was green.
Green as the life on which this world
Does spin in God's eternal might;
The green of morning's dewy gleam.
And now its patterned frailty kissed
The blue, clear face of mirrored sky.
The cool embrace of water's silk
Did fill this leaf like morning mist
On earth, as gloomy night's reply.D.H.H.T