Even the leaves teach us that our outer bodies will decay

in the midst of our brilliance – we age,

and yet the winter sleep seems

to be over so quick

and we will all be

born again



the comfort

of green.


Moist blades and the veins of leaves



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies


13 thoughts on “Decay

  1. I like thinking of myself as leaf that changes and returns back to the green. The winter you mentioned reminds me of the death that cannot be stopped. Deep and renewing at the same time. Thanks so much.

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