A Leaf in Autumn

You are the music
of golden leaves
falling softly upon the earth
on an autumn morning.

So subtle and slight.
Softer than the gentle breeze.
So pure and unspotted.
Calmer than the empty sky.

It passes without notice,
as though sound itself
were sleeping,
dreaming of being heard.

But there is one who
knows your subtle melody.
And for this knowing audience
there is no other music.

ALB 9-14-02

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