Autumnal Dance

When I die, I want to be like a leaf
pirouetting to earth in a life-inspired autumnal dance.

I want to join the scuffing, whooshing chorus
of other fallen leaves as a breeze sweeps across
our amber-golden bodies, lifting us in a whirling dervish.

Our swirling playfulness wanes as a fading zephyr
tenderly cradles us to the damp earth.

Ashen blotches of mold will feed on our arid bodies.
Our once verdant faces will slowly blacken with the color of death.

Then Mother Earth will bury her dead
to morph into a nest of humus, incubate a single seed,
and birth another autumnal dance.

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After closing his practice of 35 years in 2011 as a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist and with the publication of his first collection of poems, “A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames,” in 2014, David C. Weiss has been devoted to writing poetry and leading workshops for new poets. He is on the faculty of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine and a visiting instructor of poetry at Sera Jhy Tibetan Buddhist Monastery in South India. David plays the “shakuhachi,” a Japanese end-blown bamboo flute used by monks of the “Fuke” school of Zen Buddhism in the practice of “suizen” (blowing meditation). He earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University. You can follow David on his website.

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