Don't Waste Autumn Leaves...
A leaf wafts down spinning,
Slowly winding about,
Twisting color ,
Waltzing the breath-misted Autumn air,
One among many,
No one can see them all,
In all appearance endless,
Paintbrush stroke in a masterpiece of infinity.
The leaf's time may be done,
Yet you are the one,
Knower of the nature of clocks.
Leaves fell before you,
They dance wind-swept past your feet,
A fractal bit of inconsequence,
As will more long after Winter has let you go.
I would whisper this to homeless kings,
But they already know.
By: Daniel A. Stafford