Even the leaves

While most of them
ramble round the yard
or blown away
like aimless souls,
some settle
in the window well;
visit the salamander and toad
hidden in their holes wide open;

the leaves hide the doors under their wings;
the finders of weak and helpless.
they welcome snow, meditate
beneath it, all winter long,
slowly fade till next spring.


©Byung A. Fallgren