The Leaf Catcher

_MG_9451Park-leaf fallThe Leaf Catcher

I caught a leaf today.

A gust of wind

shook the old oak

and blew the last few

leaves down.

Arms up,

hands cupped,

I ran to meet it

in mid air.

Green and gold,_MG_5581LeafCatcher

its puzzle shape

rested in my palm.

I held the morning’s wind,

the old oak’s letting go,

the season’s message

from the sky.

I caught a leaf today.

 (and then I let it go)

10 thoughts on “The Leaf Catcher

  1. A lovely look at fall through the eyes of a poet. The leaves die each fall and each one becomes a flower, just as Camus said.

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