Walking - leaves crackle crisply
Strolling - leaves shuffle and bugs scamper
Running - leaves crack and explode powder dry
Sitting - leaves clack softly as they hit the ground
Walking in snow - leaf voices are muted
as the white blanket
covers them for their winter nap.
Walking in a spring rain - leaves sigh softly
as they succumb to decomposition,
dissolving into the delicate lace that nourishes the earth.
Walking in summer shade - leaves now green,
humming to themselves in the hot breezes,
sneezing as they dust themselves off.
Walking in leaves of fall - dying; they sing a dirge, mourning summer.
— mulch now —
they contemplate their own demise,
waiting for spring.