Two leaves falling with the wind.
There’s a chill in the air, but
It’s somehow warm,
Perhaps from the friction.
Other leaves are falling too.
It’s autumn, after all, and
Difficult to expand attention,
Two leaves seemingly with conviction.
The colors of death,
As vibrant as life–
Yellows, oranges, reds and light green.
One would easily be fooled into spring.
Two leaves falling with the wind, and I–
The obstinate king.
–photo by S.A. Bort