A Leaf / A Life

Drifting in the wind,

            a leaf.

            Aged. Hardened.

            Alone.

Not here.

            Not there.

Each gust of wind blowing.

            Taking it away, to bring it back.

Only to start again.

Until someone comes.

    Carries it away.

        To a different place.

            Where it is left.

Broken.  Shredded.  Crushed.

Just enough left to notice.

What it once might have been,

When it was still green.

            Lush.

Not taken for granted.

Or left forgotten.

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Written after a trip to a nursing home…

Poetry Picnic Week 34: Plants, Creatures, and the Cosmos!!