Leaves

winding round
the bend and back
to where I stand
glazed eyes
scanning

the sun finds its
way through the trees
the leaves return 
themselves 
to the
earth


i stand, alone
connected to
something for
which i have 
no words

no words

just an ache
an unshed tear;
a longing
hopeful
that i will 
find my way
like the sun 

and the leaves