Seeing life through the lens of a fallen leaf,
Or through the scope of standing trees…
I stand at the far end in fog and mist,
Line of sight is straight, frames freeze;
A moment is caught in the standing trees,
A lifetime is captured by a fallen leaf…
Moment is momentous, monumental is minute,
Does it matter…big small long or brief;
Fallen… colour may be faded fawn,
Standing… shade is gallant green…
Life is seasons of myriad hues,
Faded, Gallant… many more and in-between.
Fallen Leaf Pic: William Smith
