A single yellow leaf lets go the redbud branch
where it was born and has lived happilyÂ
(I can only assume) since May.
Now tumbling loose and languorousÂ
touching as it falls this branch that leaf
a few of the neighbors it has only everÂ
waved at from above. Until this very day.
What happens next is an unknown
involving the eventual slow return to
another form, a new richness.
wonder full
So glad you like it, Lyn!