Burn The Leaves (Redux)

Note: The first version of this poem appeared last fall. I reworked it and I think it's better. As for yoga, bronchitis has had me down but I hope to be back in the room soon. Namaste.

BURN THE LEAVES (Redux)  

Autumn comes again

the land begins to cool

Summer's heat will dissipate --

Dreams and passions never do.

Winter has yet to show

Its cold and furrowed brow

Spring is many months away

The time to clean is now

The trees have just begun to turn 

From green to red and gold

But this is not a time to grieve --

Rise up! Stand tall!!

Be bold!!!

So gather up the leaves!

Pile them high in the setting sun

And along with those dying leaves 

Pile up the dreams

And hopes that were undone

You see, in nature nothing is lost

Matter merely changes form

As a phoenix must dissolve into ash

In order to be reborn

So set that pile of leaves alight

Watch them smolder and burn

Warm yourself in the soft firelight

And let your dreams and hopes return

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