Fall Poem on Renewal

by Trevor Hughes, a high school teacher who started out in 1972, like yours truly. The last poem in my UK friend-poet’s moving collection: belongings (2017). Says a lot today in a fall COVID time. (It was originally written about the tragic passing of his 25-year-old son.)
Nature, fall, and Time have their ways with us, always.

autumn leaves

dazzle on the drive
through the wood
approaching Le Prin

russet hues
bronze and copper tints
glint in the sun

shaken by the wind
some already float earthwards

accumulate
bleed a subtle variety of shades
which will in time

acquire dark spots
decompose
dissolve into a mulch

seep into the earth
broken down
assimilated

let fungus do its work
spread in deep profusion
its white filaments

enrich the soil
liberating dead organisms
for renewed life

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