Ash leaves spiralling down
With something to say to me whispered clear as they tumble to Earth
I just can’t hear it when they’re all up there together
They say
Fly, let go, be golden, be old, be enough, be the end
I catch them all talking as they fall
One turns into a butterfly as it spins
And once landed, their silence is complete
Until they are so many that the ground is not green
It is yellow with mingled haw and ash on the path
So much golden light just lying there
Redundant
Finished
Complete
Done
The golden glow of release and richness
Lying discarded on the path for anyone to trample heavy feet upon
Slow rot begins and turns this into soil
To dirty Dog’s feet and make worms for the robins
Grief of it all envelopes me
Of departed days and ended months that
Whisked themselves from my attention while I was distracted
Days gone and people gone and souls emptied one by one and in droves
This is a mixed up muddled up shook-up world except for the trees
And I am grieving
For lost days and discarded gold
From ‘Lola’ the Kinks
Nwyfre 