leaf poem

I wrote this a month ago, and just found it while taking a grading break.

almost weightless

gold and yellow bookend
summer and winter

remember a lack
of color is still color

I was once a breeze
though I didn’t realize

how to catch the self
in a moment and fully be there

search for meaning in a falling leaf

that time of year when
each leaf lifted
by wind captures your gaze

hold your breath as it falls
it will only be a moment
but imagine the self as leaf

having only known the branch

to be suddenly released
do you imagine the leaf feels

no matter which emotion
this is a new experience

responding to gravity and wind

the own self
almost floating
even while falling