Autumn

Death doesn’t concern us,
nor does loss or dissolution;
when the hard raindrops end
now is the doorway for the sun to come in,
my footsteps walk on dead leaves
that crack and crumble like the fire
everything is brittle on the way to invisible
where no one even remembers them,
where we all go when no one’s looking,
and all are finally free
soon to return to Life again.