Not a Given
a leaf laden
elm with one
among the
hundreds
or more
was a flesh
colored bud
that tanned
in the sun of
the summer
but as time
grew on and
the time to
fall and run
with the wind
left this leaf
thinking keen
on his kin for
never did they
kindly on him
so decided to
actually choose
to not take part
in the confusion
of life's puberty
chameleon
as the others
danced pumpkin
and squash and
dead kale colors
he held finally all
alone as a sage in a
cave watching and
waiting to see his
first independently
unique
snow
flake
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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