Evening in early October
Reading under the weeping willow
Surrounded with silence
Calm with serenity flowing around me
Slight winds bring slight rustles to my ears
And stir crisp smells of autumn to my nose
A single leaf
Small, sandy brown, and helpless
The wind gently brings it towards me
Swaying in the breeze
Dancing like a ballerina
It falls to me,
Grabbing my attention for but a moment
Then memories flow back
Of a child playing
Running from one place to another,
But the child is so small
It feels like if anything were in that child's path
The child would fall
As light raises to show the leaf hit the ground
I smile
Just a small grin
A grin for the child
So little and frail
That plays despite any dangers
I am the child
A child filled with joy and determination
Like the tiny autumn leaf
 Alatria · Sat Nov 18, 2006 @ 07:29pm · 0 Comments |
