A Leaf

Photograph by Donna Donato 

Beside a lonely leaf

White on black

Tears are shed

Severed grief

What is done is done

Do I think of you?

This leaf, taken from a tree

Or do I think of me?

Cutting ties

A leaf with purpose

From a tree so fine

It was time

Where does the wind blow, without a trace

Light upon dark, evoking conflicts, secrets

Buried in shades of grays and blacks

A sacrifice, drained of color, of life

Life, a leaf, with or without strife

By itself on the rim of the world

A single leaf across my vision

I think of you, I think of me

Blanched, set free