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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David was a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist for 35 years before the publication of his first collection of poems, “A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames.” He continues to write poetry and makes presentations on poetry of Eastern and Western Mystics and leads poetry workshops as a faculty member of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine. David is a regular contributor to Kind Over Matter. David plays the “Shakuhachi,” a Japanese bamboo flute used in Zen Buddhist meditation and celebration. He combines his flute music with poetry readings. He has taught Tibetan and Western poetry to Buddhists monks at Sera Jhy Tibetan Buddhist Monastery in South India. He earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University. You can contact David via email or follow him on his website.

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