Leaf blowing in the autumn wind
Chased, for it’s beauty
Glowing the bright colors of the earth.
She chased it, with all her breath
Racing with the wind
To catch up with the apparition.
It slowed, and she almost caught it.
Teasing, a sudden gust blew it
Just out of her reach.
Across golden fields she ran
Through dark forests,
Obscured by the fog.
Up hills strewn with rocks
Through meadows fragrant with flower
She chased the dream of holding the leaf.
Always, just out of her reach.
She let go the desire
To hold the leaf, to feel every facet
To know it was real.
She watched, as it blew out of sight.