Lawrence Hall, HSG
Falling Into
Truth
The fall of October’s leaves
is nothing new
Except that it is – this leaf
never fell before
And we were never here to
watch this leaf
Because we and the leaf were
somewhere else
Except that we were, we are,
we will be
A little leaf, each of us, springtime-new
Then dancing merrily the
summer through
Now floating gently into a
winter’s sleep
A coverlet soft, a hymn, a
night-light moon
Sleep - sleep – another
spring is coming soon
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