The Gravity of Falling Leaves

The Gravity of Falling Leaves

The weight of morning dewdrops
gravity unclasps synthesis' grasp
they float and drift in dawning stillness
the Autumn leaves come falling down

Firewood stacked twelve by twenty-four,
cordwood for a thousand enchanting fires
sparks a hopefulness for a sustaining credence
igniting only one burning desire ,
warmth to fill a hollow chilling void

Stalled in a moment's startling narcosis
torn between all the things wished for
and believing no one needs anything

A house built for a life you don’t have
unbridled hope pounded the nails ;
build a fire to warm a lonesome heart ,
in a dream you were once running to me

Breathlessly submitting in willful surrender
moonstruck imagination coming to life
awakened by the crackle of the fire
sobering sensibilities fleeting flight

How unintended over and over repeats itself ;
rediscovering that solitude is alone ...

Harlon Rivers

October 14th, 2013