Autumn
A single leaf floats to the ground,
bobbing and weaving through branches.
The color is red, turning brown.
I'm sure it will land sometime soon.
Maybe the wind will carry it.
A single leaf floats to the ground
but maybe it will fly, not float,
go higher instead of lower.
When it finally reaches ground,
what will become of the poor leaf?
A single leaf floats to the ground
probably to be decomposed.
It will be the first of many,
the pioneer, the ground breaker.
They will all follow the leader.
A single leaf floats to the ground.
Copyright © Leila Knutson | Year Posted 2023
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