Lawrence Hall, HSG
Falling Into Truth
The fall of October’s leaves is nothing new
Except that it is – this leaf never fell before
And we were never here to watch this leaf
Because we and the leaf were somewhere else
Except that we were, we are, we will be
A little leaf, each of us, springtime-new
Then dancing merrily the summer through
Now floating gently into a winter’s sleep
A coverlet soft, a hymn, a night-light moon
Sleep - sleep – another spring is coming soon
