Maple Leaf

Autumn Leaf

By B.D. Adams

©2017

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s usual, I sit at my dining table to visit FB and do some writing. The table is by the double glass doors, so I can look out at all the trees in my world. A lot of green with the new sprinklings of color – autumn colors.

This morning, I merely perused at my view. Nothing special, but the season is changing.

Then, I saw across the yard as a red maple leaf let go where it had hung. I became intrigued with it while it fell from branch to branch.

It didn’t dive bomb to the ground! Was lazy … casual … as it made its fall. The light breeze allowed it to dance a bit … resist its final fall.

I felt somewhat sad for the leaf. It was completing its destiny, as it goes for leaves. No sadness – no sadness. An important cycle to create fertilizer for the ground under the tree.

A breeze carried the maple leaf a few feet from the tree. Many leaves had begun to change color in the tree.

Alas, the leaf floated to the ground. By standards, a short journey. Nothing special, but a meaningful journey.

Autumn is with us.