The falling leaves cry to the wind,
One final plea for reason,
A tree of life now parting
For a time to memory,
And this our early Autumn
Dries a supple Spring romance,
As old Hephaestus forges new
Tomorrowʼs sunlit dance.

It bled for us, this leaf of dust
As will to broken dreams,
For life must draw from death
And love from amity –
In time, we shall rejoin as one
Then with the falling rain,
Till earth and heaven meet to die
We shall deflower again.


1979 (as amended)
© Michael G Reid 1979-2011