Paying It Forward

Fragments of verdant spring,
scorched a burning orange,
careen before the changeling wind.
Barely Fall and already
the forest floor is littered
with returning molecules and
all it took to make a leaf.
Paying it forward without distinction
they all disintegrate.
Every leaf in love
with the forest floor
and the belly of the worm.

Fall Day

The hollowness of the wind
Tearing down the leaves
The sound of rain
Before the rain begins.