Leaves turn red, yellow and brown;
fluttering in the Autumn winds.
A leaf moves from the Petiole
on the wind,
and collides with your face.
Dry leaf feelings on your skin
reminding you that nature is true.
There are no sunshine feelings between
the leaf and skin, yet you take the leaf,
put it between the pages of your book,
and take it home.
Leaves dying on their leaf stalks,
floating off, they move freely in the wind
more alive now the air has captured them,
to take them on an adventure.
C & K 