With all the inevitability
& perfect frailty
final fallen leaf
the secret violence of our silence,
a distance so vast in a space so small.
Every word that once was shared
with their patterns obscured.
The summer is turning it’s back,
as the wind grows sharp teeth
greedily devouring the trees;
darker mornings, colder evenings.
Will the winter destroy the warmth we need,
or will we find a way to keep our dreams
There is still hope,
not every leaf will fall:
some trees are evergreen…