Leaves at our feet
have fallen among each other
like returning to family —
short swirl of togetherness
before the serious settle
into rain and dissolution,
the dark wet phase
along the turn of life

This splendor of colors,
this profusion of soft shapes
and subtle hues, feeds us
like laughter at remembered stories,
the lift of perspective,
leaf glow like sun glow,
luminescent
against the dark sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2017