The leaf that gently grazed my nose’s end
caressed my fingertips as lovers do.
Within that instant I had found a friend
to be with me as one more day’d ensue.
The leaves upon the trees do shake and fall—
with glory, splendor, honor do they fly—
and when, at last, the ground does make its call,
with haste they go, without the question, why?
And so, dear leaf, within this single day,
I pray you’ll make exceptions just for me,
that till the sunset carry you I may,
and for a while, alone, I shall not be.
But all good things, they say, will fade too soon.
Alas, my leaf did not e’en last till noon.
Valerie Tauro is a writer and musician with a passion for interdisciplinary storytelling. She loves listening to film scores, playing classical piano, and over-analyzing all the stories she consumes. When she’s not stewing in a project, she’s starting yet another crochet or knit work, making a new playlist, or gazing out the window.
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