| Inhumation (September 1998) Oak and sugar maple trees glow in the twilight chill of early October. A single scarlet leaf breaks free and drops, twisting and drifting down, delicately settling upon the surface of a stream which whispers steadily from a shallow bed. Primeval man once stepped where we now traipse, his toes imprinting softly in the dust, his lungs expelling air that we now breathe. What thoughts formed in his slightly smaller brain, what feelings surged inside his human heart, as autumn leaves fell gracefully to earth? |