The 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,
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)
A Picture's Worth 
Karen:
A lovely Solstice gift. Thank you.
Paul
Thanks Paul. I appreciate your comment. Karen 🙂
sigh….
Hi WZ. I take it you liked my little poem. Love, Karen 🙂
Beautiful opening for today! Thanks, Cathy
Thank you Cathy. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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.
Chris – Thanks for your insightful thoughts.
Beautiful words and photographs, Karen. Thank you.
Thanks Sharon. 🙂