Line dance

Dressed in autumn’s finery
A farewell to impart
Symphony of wind, downbeat,
Embark on fluttering prayer
Leaflets kneeling all in rows,
Mirrored partners bow.
Backlit with sun and splendor,
Cast-offs swaying groundward
Return essence to the earth.
Let me leaflike down-dance
Granting emancipation
Bestowing in death’s grace
Borrowed hoarded molecules.
Box me not with feared death,
But let me live again.
Let no undertaker
Jail me in life’s mockery,
Trapped, hidden, put away,
Part of mankind’s biggest lie,
That death comes not each
And all, at last to our own door.
From earth, and wind, and fire,
Water-born I was, I am.
Let Nature show the gate
To life eternal, evermore
In death, please set me free.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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