by A.J. Huffman
sacrifice themselves in brittle starvation,
release in suicidal dance, descend
to ground, become trampled bits
of mulch decaying to feed rooted goddess,
I admire their inherent turning, their unwavering
fragility, their triumphant rejuvenation.
[Re]Generation’s gift of drained breath glows,
gold, a crown of spirit fire, set adrift
on autumn breeze.