Leaves Turning
So many leaves have turned over, abandoning the cradle where they were first awakened by the soft caress of the morning breeze against the remaining dew- Earth’s nightly renewal, where they were taught the steps of the wind’s whispers and danced against light’s refraction; gently they’ve loosened their dependency, letting go their hold on verdant hues and have solemnly accepted the less vibrant tones of winter, inviting gravity to lead them. So many breaths exhausted to Earth’s persistent rotating, to the sun drenched rising of one more finite presence.