I Reach Up
Days go
Like leaves in autumn
Fluttering on the breeze
Floating
In near suspension
Beginning a journey
They fall
Swirling
Softly at first
Spiraling faster
Finally
They tumble
I reach up
To catch them
They blanket
My feet
Pile around
My ankles
It is late
The branches
Like pale bones
Are bare
In the glow
Of the winter
Moon
My life
Whispers
Rustles
All around
Me
Spent days
Calling out
I reach
Down
Touch
Silence each
One
Drink in
The millions
Of small moments
That make
A life
My soul
Is ready
I reach
Up
- Denise Cooper Smith
