I chase the leaves crumpled and
brittle as they blow down the
country lane in between the woods
and trees, I run to catch the breeze
as it swiftly lifts each leaf to a new
destination, I sigh not because the
wind was swifter but because I was
not focused enough to make the reach

As I am guided by the colors of fall
it is the path in which I followed the
same golden acorns that lead me to the
leaves and the same orange sienna that
help me spot the browns in my path but
if I am to catch the fall I must first
remember the trees, and it is not the
leaves that fall but how far am I willing
to reach to obtain the colors I seek.