Love and Leaves

Love leaves – yet never leaves…

I think of leaves, of the leaves of fall –

the golden, ruby leaves of fall –

That float away –

Only to be loved by another.

Another life.

Another form.

And then the stark, gloomy winter colors my sky…

all my days…

until…

until the greens arrive and struggle to show their color.

To show their strength –

their survival through the darkness of winter.

The greens, pinks, yellows and orange come for me shouting –

We’re here! We never left!

We were always here.

Deep in your soul.

All the colors.

All the leaves.

All the love.

We are here.