The leaves of the oak decided to fall.
The autumn lays them on the ground beneath their mother tree.
Bent down to touch them.
One crinkled leaf.
Many coated the mud ridden ground.
It was one near dry leaf I found.
Astonished to find this dead leaf, had a little bit of life retained.
Was wearing a winter coat.
I picked it up.
Ran it through my fingertips.
Touched it close upon my lips.
It wore a dry and furry coat.
Not visible.
It seemed so sensitive upon my skin.
When you stumble upon an oak leaf on the ground.
Touch it, feel it.
you too may be astounded.
(C) Livvi