What was once....

Have you seen the leaves fall from the autumn trees?
They gently go into the dusk of the waning year
Without the least fanfare, whisked away by gentle breeze
Unaccompanied by any trace of sorrow, or unknown's fear

Quietly do they die, and usher in yet another season
Proclaiming in their death, Spirit always has a reason
For bringing forth change, in endless cycles of time
Casting aside the old, to create anew, powers sublime

Nature knows this and doesnt hold on to fragile bonds
Joyously going forth to create and then to sever clean
The frail network that holds together life's throngs
Opening itself to destruction only to revive supreme

Thus I take comfort in the fact that what was once strong
Has now waned and gently gone to dust, without a whisper
Leaving behind a subtle fragrance, of a long lost scent
That revisits me now and again, as memory's vague glimmer