A Gust of Wind

One strong gust of wind
and I watch the yellow-gold leaves fly free
only bare branches remain
framed in stark relief
against a gray and cloud-strewn sky

and I think that death must be like this

the spirit letting go
and flying free

? Michaelette ?

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10/21/98