My leaf’s color bears the most significance.
Autumn shades and a smiley face camouflage my introspection.
As light and hope for happiness perforate the otherwise
People fail to recognize,
Pass me by without a backwards glance,
Leave me for lost beneath the overcast.
These d o t s dance my leaf abroad, yet,
Unable to collect a lengthy look,
Prove it f r a g i l e.
My leaf has but one protrusion, STEM, that
Clings to every goal-to-be-reached.
My leaf has breadth; unfurled reveals
Withstood weather past,
The best I could do.
My leaf has edge;
Testing my tempered patience
Brings you to the point.
Point blank from my sharpest tongue.
My leaf is yet a soft spot for the differences
Among all those I love,
Cautioned against cliche and the careless wind.
Though my thoughts remain obscure,
This leaf symbolizes my unique circumstance,
Like the calm in a storm that stirs the trees,
As do many for others for the many reasons there are.