Assiduous He, Deciduous She

Parable:

Some toss with fallen leaves. Each breeze 

occasions a fall. Fragments, like bodies 

that never know, settle where they may.
Some wish to be wind. Hoping to make each 
leaf their Orithyia. Winds, like men 

that never sow, scatter this tilled way.

Moral:
Trees shed leaves of the book,
seed sprouts epithalamiums.

In Lieu of an Epilogue:

"Hymn to Aphrodite"

Bend your star-clad eyes
to a lover's hushed sighs

One who treads a middle way
and lets your will have its say.

Love will or be wanton
and with tears or song
we go along.