Autumn's floor

He's an old man for God's  sake,

leave him not stranded in the desert,

or on a mountaintop unclothed,

Be his cane, his companion
in the darkness

If he has harmed you,
let the wounds now go

like the leaves on Autumn's floor

that rush away at the slight of the wind,

and birth anew in the soil of you,

then live again.

ldn