The Leaf

A leaf
in its due time,
will brown
and fall
- no haste,
no rush to be
on the ground
while still
not mature.
Yet
a human child
may wish to be grown
ahead of time,
and a human adult
seek to be
younger than time,
neither seeing nor matching
the simple, elegant, true
harmony
of a leaf,
being here, now.

© Kayleen White, 2009 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)