under a tree,
in the woods,
wanting to capture
the perfect image
of a leaf in descent.
It seems important
to try and focus
on one leaf
among millions.
That there is something
one flight
against blue sky
can say.
But warm sun
distracts me,
begging me
to close my eyes
and listen
to the woods
whisper
and sigh.
I can hear
the sound of leaf
on leaf
as they crash
to the ground
with all the force
they can muster.
A slip of sound,
never noticed,
perhaps
only imagined.
