Freedom of the Leaves

I am the leaf

blowing in the wind

falling into dust

of autumn’s end

Death lingers

to capture

grey bones

and loose skin.

Severed from life

no longer

touched by love

hours hovering

at midnight.

I have wandered far

wasted dregs

forgotten and alone

equalized by death

churned into leaves

strewn at my feet

where I must rest

in the freedom

of the leaves.