Leaf.

Finer things have fallen
From leaf to wind
And earth to dust

Once green, cracked thin
The slightest gust
Sweeps up the last brown maple leaf
Swooning to its partner, the wind in coldest autumn
Is but a breath's caress
They dance
In ever graceful turns and arcs
Pirouette spins dizzy
For the wind like any lothario
knows well the steps of love
The low toned promises
Melt and burn

Draw near, black earth
Splinter, brown leaf
The wind loves all and nothing.
Splinter. Splinter to bits.

© Wenee Yap