The Falling Leaf

Tony Wei

Tony Wei

for Mary Lou Dickerson

Does the falling leaf

fired in blood & amber

recall when it was a bud

on a slender silver branch?

Or the rain . . . Is it the same

in November as it was in March?

How we were nurtured then

by that which so enervates

Was our baptism nothing

more than anticipation

of extreme unction?


See how gracefully

nature embraces death

laying open its dark vein

to welcome the icy needle

Dies as it lives without regret

for what a season did not bring

and in anticipation of all that

only silent roots can grasp

down in deep crevasses

beyond contemplation

beneath conception

“If that someone who’s me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me,   

as he is, shouldn’t he have been there when I said so long ago that thing I said?”

        C.K. Williams



About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to The Falling Leaf

  1. Morgan says:

    Thank You Peter for Being such a Blessing in my Life. I Truly Appreciate Your Inspirations :) Happy Friday and Have a Fantastic Week End~


  2. love the poem – the quote made me dizzy


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