As it exits the tree, the tired, lifeless leaf sinks… Slowly, soundlessly, as if the exhales of the passersby were just enough to sever its sickly stem. Nearby, squirrels desperately dig through frosted-over foundation. Gangly grasses share with gratitude their final waltz in the wavering wind, before the merciless November falls. Fallen branches break, under your selfish stride — As you approach the lingering leaf, soundlessly, a hopeful breeze catches my cracked frame, and carries my casualties to clearer skies.