Another week, another poetry class. Here’s the poem I brought to class and a beautiful red leaf I saw while walking the dog today. The shape is almost more amazing than the color.
How silently this clay sinks
into the soft arms of the earth.
How easily these ashes dissolve
on the spade-turned soil.
Without fanfare, without effort
we return, as a leaf settles
into trembling grass, as snow
vanishes on the drifted bank.