Lifeboat 21

On the leaf path
    the shadows play
Long drawn-out pictures
    on display.

Leaves flitter, soft,
    flutter flies,
Then ’till spring
    in dark resides.

Windy days feel torn
    and tattered.
While acorn pebbles
     scatter…

To the forest floor
    to sleep
In darkness
    deep.

And so, buried
    and becoming
Till the new sun
    is welcoming.

I shall lay down
    on this old path
until the ancient sky
    parts at last,

And grants the sun
    to say,
rise and live today!