Layers Of Fallen Autumn Leaves

I tread on the fallen autumn leaves with trepidation.
For I fear what lies beneath their touch.
Yet I silently plead the oaks to shed.
For I choose the mask the ancient decay.

And yes, what lies beneath?
Pathetic shame;layer upon layer.
I dare not shed tears.
Nothing to disturb my serene surroundings.

The wind is the mirror of my heart.
Winding through layers.
Leaving me cold. Numb.
Free to go deep down among the leaves.

Oh! But I am scared.
Why has something so peaceful
turned so dark, so different?
I yearn the return of my harmless wind.

Tears begin to drop.
Leaves begin to swirl.
I don't understand.
I cannot catch up.

I am stone.
Strong, hard, unyielding.
The leaves will never bother.
The wind remains my friend.

But I am still scared.
- Nov 03, 2001