in another cycle

in another cycle

like a fallen Autumn leaf

upon the lawn of the approaching Winter

we drift aimlessly

seeking a purposeful place to rest

we are blown across this landscape

in our attempts to escape

the recycling of life

as we acquiesce

the test ?

is it for consciousness

or allowance ?

will our defiance matter ?

i look at the bed of the forest floor

matted with the years

of repetition.

this is a game that time always wins

in all ways

there is a silence that abides in the wood

or perhaps it is i that does not hear

are the Trees singing praises

such as we

to this regenerative truth

or just going along

with the way things are ?

i wonder do they despair for the fallen

those who were once the offspring

the children they held

and fed upon their limbs

only to have to let go

as the incessant march of the ages

played the tune of a reality

that must be

and i too

like that fallen leaf

may be in a state of wonder

or perhaps not

but with me, this i do know

the winds of change

are dancing, tickling

all of life’s branches

and ever moving

sometimes gently

sometimes brisk

sometimes harsh

as i await that bed

where i may rest my head

in the winter

and find my solace

as i give back to life

in another cycle

(c) 18 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.