-Laurie Benson©2017

From the car I watched,
waiting at the red light
and saw you let go,
one by one,

and flutter
to the ground.

No one stood by to cheer
or cry.

No one picked you up 
from the ground
where you landed,
after a fluttering,
flowery descent.

In fact, I might have been
the only one watching
as FALL turned into
Autumn, which will
open the door for

And I did cry, at your death,
but just a little bit.

You left behind a scar
at the abscission zone
of the tree.

A reminder that you had
been clinging through all
shades of green,
And now, just when your
color was coming in,
copper, crimson and
It was enough.
It was enough.