Yellow Leaves 2

My feet are not always
Bound to the ground
Sometimes I live in a melody
I live in a color, an image
A breeze or a puff of smoke
A mirage, an idea,
An ideal, an emotion
Sometimes I am happy
When the wind is blowing fiercely
And, every yellow leaf that falls
Becomes a butterfly
A golden bird
A marigold in the sky

Later, when the wind is still
And, only the turbulence of the universe disturbs the clouds
After all the leaves have fallen
And, have been gathered up by the ground
I sit and sigh
Because the dance is done
And, tomorrow offers only hibernation
Repressed heartbeats, breath and passion
Reflections of kaleidoscopic snowfalls
Frozen holograms and the suffocating silence of ice