Fluted and Free

Silently it fell,

Floating in the breeze.

Swirling and twirling

Like a feather, it

Drifted past the tree.

 

But it’s only July.

Surely, it’s too early

For any leaf to fly?

 

With our recent heat

And onset of drought,

Many of the trees

Have wilted their leaves.

 

And thus it’s no surprise

That this tiny parched leaf

Now flew fluted and free.