and i see
reminders of the past
like autumn leaves
blazing before me
as visions in a fire
falling to the ground.

what will become of them
as they are buried
and turned to mulch?
will they nurture
a new and brighter future
whose roots go deep
or will they moulder away
signifying the death of all things;
things that were, are and could be?

for we know this much:
all that was, might create
a bright and new-felt day
or descend to bitter darkness –
of crushed hopes in decay.