A Taste of Something Real

Like aspens in the fall

There's a reason

For the flourishing 

To die.

A point to make

For autumn's 

Long stretch.

I'm falling 

With them. 

These leaves 

To the ground,

In complete

Quiet. 

In a silence

That speaks to all. 

That gentle ache,

Saying:

"Wait-

The wind 

Will take care

Of the rest."