A Page, A Story

Carpeting the ground

You’ll see them fall,

Specs of yellow, amber and even some green.

Before you step,

Have you stopped to consider

They were once rustling in the trees?

Before you step,

Have you stopped to remember

The shadow they gifted in the summer haze?

Before you step,

Have you stopped to breathe,

The air they filtered for you to live?

Just like you,

They come in all shapes and sizes.

You’ve seen them being born, then turn into a guise of green.

Just like you,

They were once part of the whole.

Now, they float powerless when the wind blows.

Tread carefully,

As you might crush a page of your life story

Encased in a leaf’s memory.

Up in the trees, I am sure it seemed

They would live forever, but let Autumn come,

Because sometimes not even the afterlife lasts.

Tread carefully because you will turn them to dust.