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)