twice
it found its way
to our third-floor classroom
arriving shyly
hands in humble veneration
body bright green with grace
it glowed in the afternoon light
one morning
after the first touch of december
i found it
curled cold and flameless
i held it
to the baptism of the rising sun
i offered it
one final step upon the wind
a perfect leaf drifting down
we make our way
through the chaos of days
we seek
the sigh of trees
we long for moments
in the listing sun