Soliloquy

leaf

it held on
to twigs
and had stems
to suspend its fragile
substance;

through the wind,
and the heavy rain,
it lay strong and whole
at a distance;

autumn came
a few remained
yet knew its time
was nearing

holding on
seeking salvation
its near,
its here,
its coming,

a gentle blow
of the wind
shook its soul,
fearing-

then it came,
taking away
what was always meant
for going.

MichaelFaudet