To decompose

I wish to exist in the soft sunlight 

that hangs low between fall stricken trees.

To shutter with the yellow leaves 

as a gentle wind rolls through the woods.


Let me lay my body on the forest floor 

and my flesh dissolve into the earth

as worms feed on what goodness I have left.


I want to be still and silent through the winter,

brimming with life 

as the snow starts to melt.


I shall break through the surface 

to breathe once again 

and soak in the spring showers.