Fear or Fun?

Brown crunchy leaf barely hanging on.

Brisk wind makes it shiver, loosen.

Does fear rise in its being?

Knowing that it’s release

signals end of life.

Grasping the branch

but forced to

let go-

die.

Bright

gold leaf

celebrates

it’s budding to end.

Elegant color

emblazons the treetops.

Does fun rise in your being?

Knowing it’s final adventure

brings freedom it’s never known before.

Looking out the window on this 2nd day of Autumn, I noticed leaves were already starting to fly on the wind. It made me wonder- as leaves are getting ready to release and let go, do they view it as fearful or fun.

This wonder led me to think about the colors leaves wear at the end. Do crunchy, brown tipped leaves view it with fear and hold on too long because of it? Do red, gold and orange leaves view it as fun and a celebration of freedom thus embracing the adventure to the end?

Maybe leaves have something to teach us about approaching our final days….

Poetry form: Double Nonet Goes from 9 syllables to one and then builds in reverse