Spinning Leaf Poem by Luke Strock

Trace the outline of falling spiraling leaf.
Let it be burned into the echoes of your mind.
The complex simplicity,
abstract consistency..
all in a whirl of crunch and twirl.

Wonderful brown leaf,
skirting upon the breeze..
ever downward to the open-armed earth.
Ready and waiting to embrace,
to become one with the released.

Moments,
brief moments of freedom,
of rapid tumbling recklessness
before a deep enfolding of time
and decay
which gives birth to shimmering
sparkling life anew.

Follow the path with your eye
and let its beauty strike your soul.
Sit in the sunlight blazing round,
soak it in,
and let these impressions
fill you brimming with tingles.