AUTUMN’S SIGHING
A ripple on the water
hit the bank
and traveled back to its creator,
a bright red leaf
that the cold wind threw
from a tired tree
that came from a falling seed
that came from a bigger tree
that shared the soil
on which I stood
that shared the air
which a blackbird and I breathed
And all of us watched
Summer dying
And all of us listened
to Autumn’s sighing.
Written 8/30/80