Waiting For the Time

Hanging on for dear life wind blowing him too and fro, Already changed colors but not wanting to let go. The time is right the season is here, The time to let go and try again next year. But this time something is different, this time something is wrong, Something doesn’t feel right, something doesn’t belong. He knows the time is right that it should happen now, But something deep inside him keeps him from falling to the ground. He doesn’t understand it, it doesn’t make since, This is the way it should be it hasn’t changed one bit. Then all of a sudden deep inside him, he feels the time is right, He doesn’t want to miss it for the sake of his life. He finally does it and just let’s go, The wind begins to take him and carry him with the flow. Back and forth, up and down, Around this and around that now heading for the ground. “This is your stop this is where it ends,” The wind tells the leaf as he smiles and then grins. By: Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009