FallenA Thanksgiving Poem


Rust, yellow, brown

Life becomes death

Fallen leaves, withering trees

Spirit sleeps within.


The earth sleeps countless dreams

The heart beats a million thanks

To live to die, to die to live

Spirit lives within.


A thankful heart

Fallen to Earth

Asleep in rusts

Alive, still, rests.


Spirit blesses the earth below

Awakes the heart

the sleeping soul

from dusk till dawn.