Dancing Leaves

All summer, they toil in orchard and forest, 

gathering light – adding elements of soil, water and sky, to regenerate life -
the oldest of all family recipes. 

Now, the fruit is in—the Lord’s work done for the year—

they doff their pale green work habits,

and dance rainbow-naked in the breeze.

Then, with one final gust—one kick—

they slip their now-tenuous bonds,

and float to rest,

returning their final fertile gift to the future.

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