frolicking leaves cover the ground
soon they will be wet and rotting
good for the soil
grass will grow again
trees will flourish
and I
like a single fallen leaf
will go
where no spring can touch me
should I mourn the closing of my days
or rejoice
at the lives and loves I've shared
and call it just completeness
I shall be my own compost
look - a blossom on this twisted vine of time