Dogs 2010

JOURNEY
(2/4/10)


it began
as a bud
in the waning
warming days
of Winter

it opened
in Spring
to the sunshine
the nascent
yellow tint
giving way
to full fledged green
an arboreal hand
waving
in the breeze

it soaked
up the rays
of Summer
helping nourish
the huge oak
and casting shade
upon the dwelling
below

it returned
in Fall
to its newborn
yellow hue
also fringed
with the red
of accumulated
age

it dropped
finally
dead and brown
to the ground
to be blown about
until finding shelter
beneath
an azalea bush
to hide
from the extremities
of a returning
Winter

then
stuck to my shoe
the dead
wet
dirty leaf
is carried
to the kitchen floor
where we are both
condemned
to an eternity
in Hell