Aug 19, 2018

One leaf
Indistinguishable from all
Catches my eye
Not much to look at
Green
The size of my hand
When I was twelve
And able to climb
A different tree full
Of the same leaf
Wavering in the breeze
Nothing special
Provisional
Though
As it dies
It may turn
Yellow or red
And catch my eye
Before falling and
Hiding until
I turn twelve again

Categories Poems

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