immeasurably, infinitely

Oh, how she spun
turned, looked out the window ...

No sooner than the leaves should fall,
shall I return, my love, he’d vowed

for upon the last day of Autumn gone
it must be, he’d whispered, a tear in his eye,
this you shall know, I’ll return or have fallen

for should I die
one last leaf will be my final
love for you , should I fall in death
the one last leaf shall green forever be
in memory of me, never to fall,
nor ever die, for this leaf,
immeasurably, infinitely true
shall live in my stead as my love for you.

Oh, how she spun
turned, looked out the window ...

On this, the last day of Autumn.
she sighed, for the leaves had fallen
as her soul, its heart’s blood
soared; a dawn’s wren sang its delight
as a hawk, in powerful lofting cruise beamed.

She gazed, hummed to the early glow,
its return the darkness' repose
a death each day of its other half;

she understood leaves and time,
their lovely conspiracies,
these she adored;

how they and their children
would leave the somber tree
one at a time lofting in air,
each in colorful dawn a tone
sung, hopeful they, to play 
their full song, each note,
all till none would be left
nor time that her love
would be gone,

flipping as pouts and smiles
as their notes would tumble in air.


Oh, how she spun
turned, looked out the window ...

How she loved the air that he’d breathed,
he, a warrior, her heart, her soul,
she his flute, and he her song
like leaves and tree in union of days, nights
and of seasons, their implacable willful returns
for their love was true,

surely as night owls and daytime sparrows
their romances of calls from dawn into night
their impossible loves so full of throes.

Oh, how she spun
turned, looked out the window ...

she gasped her joy
for somber arms of the tree reached up

so emptily

its long branched and dark shadowed arms
framed a new sun, and yet within the writhing lines
she gasped her joy of its emptiness,

but then, oh, how she sighed

and the silence of the dawn soared notes, and her tears.

One small leaf, yet green, truly remained,
infinite its beauty,

perfect, and solemn, brave and true,
lovingly green in tone and hue,

immeasurably, infinitely true.