A poem: Loretta Strharsky
Autumn Leaf Reflections
I held on as long as I could.
The wind unrelenting
trying to remove me by force.
I was not ready.
I insisted I will stay for a few days more.
A chilling rain with ice crystals
had other ideas.
I must have been targeted.
There was no way to stay.
I joined the inevitable swirl with others,
the almost majestic ride taking me
beyond the cluster of other reds and yellows
trapped along the walkway fences.
I, with Robert Frost,
took a different road.
One smiling 3-year old bends down to collect
a leaf here and there
then chooses me to be the day’s treasure.
I now reside