A Leaf

Picture: www.flickr.com

She fell… like a leaf discarded by season

Without consent needed or given

She gave into the wind

That a while ago only caused her to wave

Like when she armed herself with his arms

That not long ago also married her

Now on the floor

Part of the waste

All he could do was watch her fall

Let her go when she didn't even belong here

Climate never loses character

But seasons change, and so do their names

She was the glory of trees in bloom

The crown of summer and the sapphire ring of spring

Sometimes to no witness

Like a whisper, she fell only to discovery

She might have lost composure on her fall

And yet the soil has gained compost

To compose through the passing cold

Another anthem that the season’s beauty will dance to