By debie
Date: 8 February 2001
falling leaves
One day as a man walked by a maple tree,
A leaf blew off and landed in his palm,
He looked at it and smiled.
He held the leaf in his hand,
And smelled its essence,
looking at the leaf like it had a soul,
Then watched it blow away, dragging its feet
under the graceful breath of the wind.
The leaf, bathing itself in it’s own beautiful iridescence,
spun around in the air a few times,
As if chasing something it could only see,
Then lifted itself up,
And disappeared forever
into the gray morn sky.
“I guess, that’s what love is like,” exclaimed the man,
as he watched the leaf’s beautiful metamorphosis,
“always chasing something that isn’t there,
then forever gone, never to return.”
He walked home that day,
With the sun on his back,
And a smile on his face.
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