The Little Yellow Leaf

The little yellow leaf

Floated gracefully

On the gentle wind…

I didn’t see it

I heard about it from a friend

I thought about it for

The rest of the day

What is that, you ask me?

Couldn’t I have found something else

To occupy my mind?

Yes I am quite sure I could

But my usual ruminations

Are not quite so pleasant

So yes…

I thought about the

Slightly yellow leaf

And how it had managed

To hold onto that tree

During storms

Never blaming itself

for the weather or the wind

And then danced gracefully

In the air

Finally free to dance

In a wider space

Without being partially attached

Still not blaming itself

Or feeling toxic shame

For  being attached

Or for being free now

Then landed oh so thoughtfully

At the feet of my friend

So he could tell me