Committed to Memory

Committed to Memory

Falling Leaves

The leaves are never silent when they fall

Sound fills the forest, a steady spill of sound

Like water over stone. If you could but hear it

You would understand the trees

Do not let go so easily, do not release

Their hold without a murmur. Neither will I

Release your hand without protest.

You will not leave in silence

When you leave. When you leave

A steady spill of tears will sound

Like water over stone

If you could but hear it.