More on a leaf-101

A display of warmth and blush would once make its way down the tree.

Gracefully it left, like a final bow at the end of a play; so frail, yet, quite tender to the eyes of the admiring audience.

Mornings pass dressed in suites and ties, carrying a briefcase of winter clouds.

Mucky leaves now slop their way around, hitching a ride on the nearest boot or swift ambulance.

Still, some stay close to home; never gliding too far past its trunk.

They watch lovely arms that once held them tight.

Rest and sway... a mother rocking her empty cradle