As it exits the tree,
the tired, lifeless leaf sinks…
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,
a hopeful breeze
catches my cracked frame,
and carries my casualties
to clearer skies.