Turn Me into My Yellow Leaves

November 28, 2022

Turn Me into My Yellow Leaves

"Turn me to my yellow leaves,

I am better satisfied;

There is nothing in me grieves -

That was never born, and died.

Let me be a scarlet flame

On a windy autumn morn,

I who never had a name,

Nor from breathing image born.

From the margin let me fall

Where the farthest stars sink down,

And the void consumes me, -all

In nothingness to drown.

Let me dream my dream entire,

Withered as an autumn leaf -

Let me have my vain desire,

Vain - as it is brief."

(William Stanley Braithwaite)

First foray into San Antonio Canyon of the season: Yellow leaves falling, water laughing over and around boulders, a pair of curious trail-running German Shepherds, willows, bird calls, knock knock knocking of woodpeckers, blue above and green below...