One red leaf, cast to the floor,

A fragile web of veins, lying alone,

Autumn is here, so I expect more,

To fall and fall, disowned.

One red leaf.
I have my poetic hat on today. A hat that I am determined to wear more frequently.

But back to this piece, I tried to picture something in my head, something that I could write passionately about, something simple, yet heartwarming, and as Autumn is almost upon us, a seasonal piece seemed to be the way to go.

And thus, one red leaf was born.