fall

watching the tree
outside my window
fiery red
starting at the top
touched by the sun
over the past few weeks
slowly
the fire spreads
down towards earth
the wind blows
and the red leaves
break free
released of their seasonal duty
and ride the wind
landing scattered

the limbs left bare
resonate deep in my soul
looking empty and alone
awaiting spring
the epitome of anticipation

a squirrel runs up
and along the newly bare limbs
scurrying
preparing
for the long winter ahead

the squirrel gathers
and the tree lets go

the circle of life