Let the Leaf Fly

When the leaf falls from a dying tree in the brisk autumn breeze, It seems to sprout wings like a fledgling that spreads its wings and sets off from its nest to explore the wide expanse of the free skies. Riding a roller-coaster ride along with the free-spirited wind, the leaf wings its way through the fields and the plains to find a safe haven to ride out the winter. ~Contest: "Feel Free Poetry ~Sponsor: Sara Kendrick (7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, Their only chance to soar.” Owens, Dalia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (P. 124)