Falls' Ashes

© Rob Krabbe 2010

When I sit on my porch, in my fall
rocking chair and look to the bright
heavens. Pages of summer poems
flitting down from the sky.

Flames of orange and red, consumed
by the season, dancing beautifully on
the wind. They float to the earth that
welcomes them to herself much as a
mother opens her arms for her children.

I watch this parade, until the last
parchment slowly lays down upon
the ground. Life's own poems, telling
the story of a spring heart filled to the
brim and a huge summer feast.

When the dance is done, I see the
framework of life, crisp and cold,
picked clean like a well eaten bone.
I lay back and think of going home.

Ashes to the earth, where spring's
phoenix will rise, and make new,
this parade of spring rains, and
fresh warm ponds filling, unfolding
life, like a born babies new cry.

I hope the parade is long, for you, for
me, but when it's time, I wish to float
down to lay upon the earth, under the
nearest tree.