I love the way
November leaves
stain the sidewalks.
As if
to declare:
”Don’t forget I was here.”
As if
to proclaim:
”All things are temporary.”
As if
to announce:
”Even one small leaf can make
an imprint.”
As if, it’s an intentional act
of tree graffiti –
meant to startle us
into paying attention.
Now.
©martha lee phelps
martha phelps studio ~ creative on purpose 