• Dead, pale colored.
    Lying on the ground.
    Stiff, yet fragile to the touch.
    Cold.

    The edges crusted over.
    Like a sugary sweet.
    Frosted lightly, only, in the center.
    Frozen.

    Moving only when the wind blows.
    Being pushed, pulled, and crushed.
    Within time, contributing to life again.
    Circling.

    Nothing more than what it is.
    Nothing less, beauty.
    A former form of life.
    A leaf.