Metamorphosis of Dying Leaves
Tree limbs decorated with brown leaves
write their ode to change on the moon
in autumn’s calligraphy.
Today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers
waiting for midnight to slip one into history
while the other gracefully relinquishes its crown of future.
I feel the weight of inevitable lift from my spirit
as I surrender to my own metamorphosis.
The starlight song of ancestors plays as I write a new chorus.
©Susie Clevenger 2019