A Single Golden Leaf
Poem By Lori Boulard
Blue seamless sky
Heat rising faster than the sun
In a race only tempered by a breeze,
I collapse under my faithful tree
And melt among the grass.
There is no winter in my world.
And as I revel in an eternity of summer,
A single golden leaf
Floats down from my refuge,
The color of hot apple cider
It warns shamelessly of changes,
Of copper colors and bitter cold.
I cling desperately to the moment
As fragile as the leaves above,
Knowing with each passing day
My Eden drifts closer to the ground,
To be buried by autumn
Lulled to sleep by the frost
Awakened only by the kiss of the sun.