Our Beautiful Li(f)e

The day came
Skittish,
Turning red and violet leaves
Over and over again.
As if looking for an answer.

The answer came
Trembly
As a lightning-struck branch
Suffering a soft summer storm.

The storm came
Silent
As the starving wolf
Just before the kill.

The kill came
Sacred as a prayer
Before dying.

The dying will take me
A little time.
I keep seeing
Our beautiful li(f)e
Between the turning leaves
And entangling vines.