My eyes and limbs are frozen still
as I stand on the cold hard ground.
A crackling noise is coming from above
I look and see dead leaves falling down.
One by one drifting back and forth
swinging off the branches in slow motion.
Setting their sights on a safe landing
but stepping on one will leave it broken.
I look down at this brown leaf
believing it’s some dull dried up thing.
But I suppose it was once a small bud
unfolding to the sun in the Spring.
Sitting and waiting so delicately then
freshly awakened ready to grow
into something precious and wild
that the storms will eventually know.
I imagine the leaf open wide now because
it survived the treacherous storm.
But this poor leaf will soon feel silence
she was left alone and has taken a new form.
I hope the leaf feels content now
the storms have appeared to go away.
Summer is here with bright new beginnings
and it has brought the leaf a new day.
I see the leaf starting to change in the Fall
because time has brought her a brand new color.
But the storm is coming back now
so the leaf hangs on tight and takes cover.
I think the storm is different this time
because the leaf did not let go of the limb.
It brings the leaf plenty of rain to live off of
but the storm did not come back again.
No water means the leaf is hopeless
and forgotten in the harsh dark Winter.
It will soon dry up to almost nothing
and I hope that stupid storm will miss her.
I look up one more time to watch
the leaves falling from the trees.
As they continue to drift back and forth
I can’t help but realize these leaves are me.
I’m the leaf sitting
on that cold hard ground.
Just waiting for Spring to begin
because I want to bloom
and stop falling down.