A leaf that fell
On a cold autumn day
there was a leaf that fell.
To icy wind it was prey,
rising on a western swell.
It twisted and twirled
against the smeared gray sky
Where once green unfurled,
has now withered and died.
It flutters on past,
with no purpose or keen.
Servant to winds fast
to lands of green.
When at last it completed its quest,
on the brown earth it came to rest.