Leaves

fall

to the ground

So

Precious

Yet

completely ignored

 

taken for granted…

What a shame, what a shame..

it’s not just

the breakdown

of elements

returning

to the 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…

 

communing and informing

a newness

rendering

each moment

unique

birthing

it’s own existence

 

An all too common Grace.