Turn the Leaf

TURN THE LEAF

A single leaf, a dormant tree

As it slowly fades from vibrant green
 

The graying limb it hangs upon

Glistening bright in the dew drenched morn

A breeze yet warmed by morning sun

Swirls around as it comes undone

Surrendered all, loosely clutched

Releasing to the cooling touch

Turning with abandoned ease

Among the long forgotten trees

To find itself upon the ground

Where rotting leaves lay in mounds

 

Heaps of color transforming from

Beauty found in dying form

Surrounded by the breath of fall
Colors scatter the morning air

Touch the leaf intent to turn
Forever changed, never mourned

Return the leaf with no concern
Leave it there, forever yearn