The Leaf

A single leaf,

a golden medallion

luminous in the starry sky,

bids farewell to its arbor.

It quivers a bit in the rustling air -

a dew drop from early morning past

glistens in the twilight mist.


Perhaps, in the dusty pearled light,

the leaf hears

Summer’s last whispers, or

the beckoning

of Autumn’s

first wind.


The leaf,

God’s masterpiece,

catches the waning

sunbeam luster and,

reflecting a glorious season,


lets go …