morningambassador’s posthaven

"Autumn colors, New Hampshire" by Jules Cowan

A bit of an existentially aware morning, this one.
Sitting here by the windows, looking out at all the greenery,
I realize that the reason I feel such distress is that
Most of my identity at this moment is tied up in the leaf.

What happens to the leaves happens to 'me.'
And in this erev-Autumn day, where the leaves are
Pulling their sugars, photosynthesizing cells, & amino acids
Together for one last amazing display before falling
Down to nourish what remains of trunk, branches, sap, root

I, too, feel that "Gathering up" for
The Fall of myself,
In some way I have not yet understood.