Dead, she fell
Still, on the cold ground, she were
I sat on a school bench just a few feet from her
So sad- to see
Her lifeless shell before me
Such a wind was born, just then
Picking her up- She danced kindly around my doubts
Gentle steps toward a metaphor, forever more
In the windy cross-section,
She drew flight
A resurrection of leaf
She flew away
The little leaf,
Toward the white light
Of the blue sky
October 18, 2010. © Anthony James , All rights reserved