I found this incredible gem of a poem in my comments… and it happens to be written by the very beautiful person who encouraged me and mentored me in writing poetry… behold: an amazing meditation on fall! (jfk, you’re the BEST! Thank you!!)Whatever else may have happened, there is no denying, we have had a glorious fall. My heart is also touched by leaves. I don’t think of myself AS one… but I like to wade through them… they’re like God’s currency… He’s got so much, it’s just lying on the ground… each one is a masterpiece flung down… leaves once too high and lofty to touch or even see can now be held, turned, examined, marveled at, heard, experienced, discarded, remembered… Yes, they are beautiful in their death… the slower it is, the more brilliant the transformation. The trees happily discard these treasures, so certain are they of the coming Spring.