I return to you and you are dying again Golden leaves gloriously reflecting the brilliant sun Anxiety-ridden For a week or two you will be dead-on-the-ground A darkening browny rust trodden leaf Ve-emunascha baleilot I hereby promise to wait for you Once again Another year Or at least the winter I believe in your eternal return That you will grow anew. It is the same you A genetic promise This tree same shape same color. So I will wait out the winter ahead Watch this tree Naked in the snow Brown and bereft And remember these few days Of golden sunlit rustling
When we were together And I blessed you I promise to witness your dying And your birth in the spring A greenhorn You will not recognize me We will need to get re-acquainted No matter I look forward to it And then next year as you take your leave once more You too will realize It was all about waiting and faith And hope and promise.ďťż