Through my window,
A leaf falls.
A minuet with the Autumn wind,
Drifting, like a feather-
Down.
I wonder-
Did the leaf see it coming
Surely-
Green, yellow, crimson, brown
How long has it been waiting?
Did it cling onto the stem,
Like a child to its mother, afraid-
Did it plead with the sky
For one more sunrise
Or did it let go, accepting?
Ripping away from the stem,
Did pain erupt blinding?
Did light reflect differently
Did the world halt
For a moment?
Was it like meditation
Riding the waves of air,
Letting out a breath?
Was every color infused with alcohol-
Was gravity a friend
And after it lands
On the sidewalk,
Lifeless, drying, brittle
When whisked off by the wind-
Where does it go?
How, does it end?
One day,
we will know
Emma Zhang is an eighth grade aspiring writer who lives in California. Aside from writing, she loves reading, art, creating new drinks, and obsessing over MBTI. This is her first publication.