I forget that the song is ‘California Calling’
That is true California, I’m calling.
I’m singing that to Dad as he allows me to walk with him
his slow measured step
each one carefully place on an unsteady ground.
the leaves bright and beautiful
have descended en mass the passed few days
as if winter is shouting out, time for the next chapter
There is something magical about a huge oak tree
shedding it’s many leaves in the wind
The slow gentle decent of a leaf and another and another
cradled against the gray
I watch a single leaf as if gently dances in the wind
And I think of a life
we come we do this and that
fill the tree
feel the flurry
and then in a final show of bright colored beauty
we dance to the ground.