Changing Seasons

Leaves bend over and reach to barely touch

Each other and as they attempt to pass over

Some of their love to one another they realize

It is just a one-way street.

And as they bend over to fit and follow the

Wind and each other’s path they struggle

And notice they can fall.

One leaf in particular breaks away slowly

After months of sticking together from

The tree. As it falls it trembles and fades

And the beautifully deep green that it is

Now just was.

What will it be

Of the fallen leaf?

Of the broken tree?

Of me?