My Metaphor
I am an Autumn leaf. I flutter through the wind. Turning up and down, I twist through your yard. The color of Autumn may fascinate you. It may be your favorite. But then again... You may hate it. Autumn may disgust you.
The leaf is nothing out of the ordinary. Brightly colored with orange and red. Perhaps spots of green here and there. But if you look closely enough, there are differences in the leaf. It is rare, never seen before. If you look even closer than before, you can tell that there are holes in the leaf.
Perhaps it's been through a lot. Maybe a single storm? But possibly more than that. Hard rain storms here. A thunderstorm once in a while. Maybe something bigger. Maybe nothing at all. Maybe it's just how it was made. Probably not.
The way it flutters through the wind. The way the colors make it stand out. The oranges and reds and spots of greens.
Fluttering. Fluttering away.
I am an Autumn leaf.
