In grieving we are gone
In the early fall
the leaves swirl in the wind
above the road
dancing their death
in a colorful dervish of light
collapsed upon themselves
like spirits rising
from the ruins
where heroes are born,
not by choice
but in seasons
of simple courage,
cast in circumstance
beyond control.
For all those who died (9/11/01), lloyd marbet, 10-4-01