All Fall Down

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Fresh fallen leaves roll across mountain stream.
Perfectly formed, look like crinkled paper.
Driest dry on sparkling waters brief gleam.
Smooth stones sent downstream by ancient glaciers.

Rain falling from dark clouds on higher ground.
Watery wetness continues downward.
Carrying rocks, leaves, with a peaceful sound.
Nourishing, erasing all encountered.

Nature’s cycles overlap, manifest,
In this present moment of great import.
Never to be repeated, now expressed,
By Earth’s timeless beauty, timely rapport.

Everything falling down gravity’s well.
Shuffled and thrown back up from whence it fell.