Hey George. This s exemplary, wonderful poem/prose. I feel taken from the small dead leaves (even my our from steps) to the axis of our very world. Nice! Thanks. That's a potd pick from my humble corner!

There's definitely a fear of losing something in this. That's just how I see it, but it does feel like it can be found in every wonderful line in this.

The first stanza describes our yesterday here perfectly for part of the morning. I like the idea of parallel lines meeting in infinity. Very enjoyable read. Thank you.

...minor adjustments, hanahahahahahaha, to us bi-peds, massively major and yet to the cosmos, multiverse, minor, yeah, minor...lovely snapshot ala hubble telescopy...

Vivid imagery and thought provoking details in this excellent poem. smh

Carl Sagan would have been proud. I love the flow of this George, and of course the last stanza says it all.

the leaves already dead and dying here...infinity rushes on..i do like this a lot, George!

Great commentary on the inevitability of nature and the infinate universe. I really enjoyed reading this poem.

as usual, George, you have your eye on the ball, whether that ball be the sun or the earth, and the wind in the trees caused by the sun and the earth's spin. and you my friend are always beaming and spinning such tales as stay red and leafy and true in my head.

Good to see this as POTD, George!

Congrats on POTD George. Well deserved. I guess this one slipped by me when you first posted it.