30th November 2020
Late November
3pm in the whole of the
half grey half dark
I have sat here all season long
Not seeing the sun dissolve into fog
Staring long into short evenings
When it gets too dark too soon
Marvelling at the change
Thinking my heart would break
At the beauty of it
It was cute at first
When the leaves started falling
One magnificent stem at a time
Breaking loose, blazing a trail
For the thousands of others
Still tied down
Then it started to rain
And the notes from above
Began a cascade
Litter started building up, the floor thick
With orange and brown
Turning to mulch on the ground
Out of the corner of my eye I sense
A fluttering
Motion cloud of possibilities
Leaves bustling in the breeze
Where will they land?
The majestic journey of
A thousand wayward pieces
Destined for the dirt