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