Will I fall today? I am not sure. I know that I am destined to fall. One day. Probably sooner than later. After all, I have already changed color. But that is the problem, isn’t it. I am the most beautiful right before I fall to the ground. Right before I wither and die. Of course, I still have a little life in me now. Enough to know that I am not ready to fall. I am not ready to be dus...

Ah, here I was again.

Hanging on my beloved tree with my fellow leaf companions, a harsh storm swirling past us. I never liked storms. I always had to hold on for my dear life, fearing of getting carried away by the wind blows.

Beside me I felt the other leafs being just as afraid as I was. We couldn‘t talk, see, nor smell. We couldn‘t do anything beside feel the harsh conditions of the weather ...

I’m here helpless, I don’t control my own fate. I rely on some thing else to survive. My fate is determined not by me,but by the things surrounding me. Helpless I hang on to the thin branch that anchors me to the ground. But I’m not alone I have brothers and sisters a like, not in control just like me. Here I sway in the breeze holding on for dear life, what if i let go, would I travel to unknown ...

Stuck on a branch, waiting, wishing to be free. When will I fall and be swept away? When will I float along the Amazon River and hang on the Eiffel Tower? Then the wind came. Is this it? Will I finally fall off my depressing branch? I started swaying. Then, I felt my stem breaking and... whoa! I was flying! But a second later, the humble forest I’ve lived in for 8 years was out of sight. I saw san...

The winds howled and wailed like gathering of ghosts eerily shouting through the pines. I felt numb. The world around me wouldn’t stop spinning as I was pushed to and fro akin to a ragdoll, the icy air thickening around me and crystallizing on my leathery skin. It made my tips go as white as the sheets on the washing line beneath me.

It wasen’t long until I felt myself slowly pulling away from m...

As the sun sinks beyond the horizon, so does the last day of summer. A gentle breeze begins to blow, reminding all creatures that autumn has arrived.

The leaves begin to transform as the days shorten; their vibrant greens morphing into dull yellows, reds, and oranges. The world is bathed in a soft citrine light which remains uninvited by most.

Some time later a breeze fills the air, whisking e...

Enfuriated air’s blow whisks against me

Punched in the stomach, I flutter off the tree

Upon the ground I lay,

I was ice cold, now turn green again in May.

Wish I will, wish I might

Once up high, took down a sad flight

Wish enough, all day I do

I’ll never reach the up there, twas at a great height.

I lay molded into the grass

Hoping wind blows me higher than high,

Breeze, the tree I bypas...

Blowing harshly,

Is the wind,

A tumbling leaf,

Twisting with grief,

The leaf is mad,

To leave it’s home

But the longer the ride

Flying like a crazy drone,

The more fun,

The sweet freedom,

softly gliding,

A calming numb....

The leaf knew it was in for a rough day. The wind was in a huff and was puffing and blowing like a bull with a migraine. The leaf also knew it wasn’t alone. Millions of other leaves were in for it too. They all, like it, didn’t want to lose their grip on their master, the tree. They were both master and servant but also one in the same.

It’s little known, the leaf mused, that once summer is over ...

I’m tired of all this swoosh and swirl.

This wind doesn’t care that I even exist.

It brushed me off my tree,

And then pushed me off to random places.

Some places are lovely and others are honestly scary.

I swooped through wheels of cars,

got caught up on wired fences,

Bathed in muddy puddles.

By chance I made some leaf friends.

We swirled together in a tornado.

Moving specks of dirt as we mov...