taking my leave

 taking my leave

as many people as there are leaves

that fall to feed the trees

that fall to feed the forest

that takes its final breath 

this side of winter

all this gold turning to mulch

the hypha highways of the moonlight

so long between their flowering

the spores of thought

hiding from the sunlight

rising 

so many people

do they have thoughts like this

are they the tree’s leaves

or the fungi’s fingers

pursed lips

or thin smiles

sit down 

this needs long thought

just here