Autumn Leaf

Take the autumn leaf
from my hand before
winter comes tomorrow.
Seasons and time come
and go, back and forth,
just like us. From the
window I watch the rain
fall. I extend my hand
with the autumn leaf.
Please take it. Isn’t it
lovely? It is yellow and
orange, red and brown,
with a green stem turning
white. It is wet and soft.
The lines on it look
like a map. I wonder
where they will lead if
you follow the lines.
Did I not mention
tomorrow is winter?