departure

Isn’t death a beautiful beginning
To an incredible mystery?
Autumn – the death of trees,
And next, we see blooming seeds.
Dusk – the death of light.
Oh, to the spread of purple-pinks,
Vanishing into seething blinks
Of flaming splashes on the black canvas.
And to the death of man, where
Fear finds ways above and beyond.
When ironically, all that nature betrays
Is remarkable grace in departure.

Picture by Author, taken somewhere in Midwest, US.