Of Fallen Leaves Dancing

In memory of Michael David Saunders Hall

Photo by the author, Mark Tulin

I hear the sound of Michael’s
creative voice,
his energy that flowed
so bravely from his verse
His love of jazz, family,
hearts and flowers

A passionate poet,
a soulful, bluesy troubadour,
an alchemist of song —
a writer who blended joy with pain,
whose words spoke to me,
and will linger,
long after his last written word

May you rest in peace, friend
Accept the fate of every sojourner
Explore the universe, dear adventurer —
be free, be free —
and may your spirit dance
with the fallen leaves.

Inspired by my favorite Michael Hall poem — Breathing Poetry.

© 2021 Mark Tulin