IN THE SEASON OF DEATH

If death comes, it will come

like a season of death

after the long, languid days

of late summer;

abruptly the trees

are in autumn foliage,

cold wind is ripping

the branches clean;

a leaf here, a leaf there,

and suddenly a rain

of gold, red and brown

falling through the dim air.

Each one a death,

each one a life

lost, falling upon us,

or we falling among them.

21.03.2020