and modest radiance to feeble glow
Layered on top of each other, they create a mosaic of shadow.
Further down the trunk, the wind tickles the underside of leaves
the ones bleached one too many times in the cool rinse cycle of early fall
and they cling and do pirouettes off of their compliant branch.
As they flutter, the strands that tether them to the wood above tremble.
Two weeks later, I see a naked brown sculpture by the side of the road
where there once was a tree
I line up my sole with the cracked exoskeleton of a leaf, and
crunch
.Fascinated, I watch as the wind peels flakes one by one from the sidewalk
and the husk disintegrates into the winter air.
Hi I'm Infinity and I'm mad I rolled town
VOTE: super for liking town
PEdit: wagon time ig
