Ebbing life

Life juices drift from within
inching its way higher into the sphere
doing only what it was born to do,
giving food to the space
through winding and twisting columns,
veins of green shoots blooming
to die come seasons end.
Wither and change like days passing
we barely take time to see
and notice the little subtleties
before our eyes
as we rush to and fro
on our way to bigger and better
the moments pass without our care
for it must be this way,
and we too move like the winds
into the fallow times,
the cool loneliness of grey days
fill our hearts with memories
of a childhood perhaps
or a special scent that brought joy,
the seconds of our lives we see intently
for it is our nature
to dwell within where the warm spots wait,
a comforting place of peace
where we nestle and perhaps see beyond
to the window pane
where waits a dying leaf
that upon notice
falls in its silent glory,
a final show
swept away on a wind
a swirling dance of spirit alive.