My Leaves

'I feel as if I'm losing all my leaves. The branches, and the wind, and the rain. I don't know what's happening anymore.' - Anthony (‘The Father’)


Struggling wordlessly into the light

Startling eruption of limb

As green as green has ever been

Flowing and fumblingly growing

Out of dark moist cloister

Hail Mary

Blessed is the fruit

Of thy womb

Pray for us now.

We are born

Sun seekers



To be eaten


Cooperation of cell

Atomistic apostles of Aten.

Those on Earth come from your hand as you made them

When you have dawned they live

When you [have gone] they die

You yourself are lifetime, one lives by you

All eyes are on your beauty until you set

All labour ceases when you rest in the west.

Deliciously off-kilter


Rare and delicate

Star-fire flowers

Bestowers of heart

Murderous and monstrous

Little mesdames et messieurs

Wyrdlings of woe and wonder

Gigglous adorations

Time’s incarnations.

An ash I know, Yggdrasil its name,

With water white is the great tree wet;

Thence come the dews that fall in the dales,

Green by Urth's well does it ever grow.

…Laws they made there, and life allotted

To the sons of men, and set their fates.

Each and every


Or fault

Is ready to take that shape

And form uniquely our own

If only we can survive

The violence

Of glorious


That most exciting journey to behold

For the gods and the old.

The Spirit is not born and does not die

It does not come into being or cease

It is not destroyed with the passing of the body

So why do you cry?

Broadening boughs

Pushing down roots

Weathering wizening


Strange standing waves

Beautifully cracked

Hallow vessels

That sing when touched

Strengthening to girth

Heavier crowns.

Good God

Grace a’me

Bless mine

Hold time


Quick spinning seasons

Where everything speeds

Achingly open spaces

Free for next year's trees

Identities distilled

To essence

Sapping slowly

Dissolving memory

Hinting of patiently

Waiting eternity.

All living things decay

They cannot stay.



To gain your



The bonds

That bind.

Reflect, refract

The undying light.

Though we may grieve

There is no staying grief

We are life’s loves

Labours lost

That leaf

Then leave

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