Leaves

fall

to the ground

So

Precious

Yet

taken for granted…

What a shame, what a shame..

it’s not just

the breakdown

of elements

returning

to soil…

there is

alchemy

sublime

in every instant

of exchange

the transition…

the movement itself

an invisible secret…

the patterns of the past

acknowledged,

responded to

and rearranged…

informing and rendering

a newness

Where each instance

births

it’s own existence…

An all too common Grace.