Fall Poem
The Fall
The dropping amber foliage,
resembling my daily mistakes;
collapsing to earth’s soil.
Accumulating at first/
skittering in light winds,
over-tumbling in quick gales.
Hiding in the corners
of square, hardened buildings,
eventually hidden below
cultivating, composting sins
growing, fertilizing:
the undergrowth and shrubbery,
and above those, the thick trees
nourished by the rich compost
of our oversights and blunders.