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
freedom
relief
loneliness

no matter which emotion
this is a new experience

responding to gravity and wind

the own self
almost floating
even while falling

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