4-truths to come my way 11/30/17

I lay down,

waiting for the fall leaves

to bury me,

in their bright colorful dying

they whisper of distant views,

from memories

the wind makes them shut up

amongst each other

I crave their togetherness,

even in death

we are all now homeless

in the wait

waiting,

for the winter snow to come

and warm my soul

with penetrative cool

they, as flakes,

tell me of their sky-bound journeys

they sing choruses

about their highs and lows

it is my cathedral to lay there,

frozen ears in vain

captivated by the curse of blood-flow

lingering

spring seems impossible

as cynicism’s reprieve

thaw is the dawn

to impossible dreams

what wisdom does winter provide for others,

is all around me

as my wardrobe of release

I asked for four truths

to come my way

this third one,

of the permission of spring,

has me actualize

my being me

I am now forced to stand

in these truths

as the forth is,

the summer of my life

again

and I realize

that this forth truth

is to live it alive

as me . . .