The End Eternal

Leaves drop golden and brown and grow again, green emerging.

You are gone, have lived,
a life full, pregnant,
as if it would never end.

Young children,
important work,
busy days, creative burstings,
that rushed tumbling,
passed to the end.

You are gone.
Leaves fall to mulch,
but there is something eternal.
Is it love? Bonds stretching,
wrapping around us,
everlasting.