Pushing, jostling, pulling at leaves
Urging them to “let go”; take flight
Drift on down from lofty height
Ultimately each leaf obeys, sets sail
Floating through sky, soft and pale
Dancing and slipping through autumn air
Set upon a journey with no thought or care
Oh, how I long to be a leaf
Freed from my bonds and my grief
To rush, and dance, and skip o’er the ground
Chasing change, adventure found
©Copyright 1986 Marty Vandermolen
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