Like a Leaf Falling Red

 Nhan Ngo

Nhan Ngo

Like a leaf
falling red
from the maple limb
death begins at birth
that moment
of separation

Before its fall
leaf limb tree
were miraculously one
knit bone sinew to skin
if but a season
still an eternity

The red leaf
tore the limb
in the rage of the wind
dying to be its own self
’til the limb
gave it birth

See it tumble
in the sunlight
’til catching a thermal
it rises again into sky
to settle at last
at the riverside

The old man
lifts the delicate craft
places ship on water
pushes Autumn
towards the sea


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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