The Young Leaf

The day went quickly

like the wind in a storm.

If I were a leaf,

I would never touch


so powerful was

the force.

In the end, I would

drop back down

to earth

gathered with

other leaves

until we could

ask:  what happened?


Fall colored Big Leaf Maple leaves. North Fork Silver Creek. Silver Falls State Park. Oregon.

It was a storm,

said one younger,

but bright leaf.

It wasn’t angry

like it seemed.

It just was.

Storms happen,

he said,

going to the

head of the class.

You just hold on

until it blows

itself out,

and rests

for a while.

Enjoy the


Photograph © Dennis Frates Photography

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