Photo by Chris Lorenz
My days are leaves that grow
on the branches of my years.
I do not know their measure,
only their unfolding.

Beneath my feet leaves crackle:
days that unfurled, took in light
and dropped
to nurture roots and branches.

The ever changing self I know
is not twig, trunk or branches,
but the ephemeral leaves–
days, selves, unfolding

Tasha Halpert