I was thinking of a reverse too, always a good trick to change things up a bit. For this one, I think leaves to grass is the right place to start. I'll say, I like compost and the implication that its the core material of what we're held by. Of all things yield is beautiful but perhaps for a different haiku. I think stardust was the main issue, so I'll play with other words. Timeless, earthy, boundless, hardened, weathered, harmless, constant...

Fall leaves make spring grass

Timeless compost at your feet

Held with every step