Fallen

Like love, from that single stem, 

Her speckled skirts spread far and wide 

And glittered with reminders, 

Not just of tears and rain, but a life well-lived; 

Of hearts broken open and scarred; 

Of darkness, and the warmth of flames and sun; 

Of the mix of sorrow and rejoicing 

That accompanies each one of us until 

We fall back to the ground 

From which we’ve sprung.