Of the Fallen Leaves- Katie Labelle (’19)
October 9, 2018
The crisp fall breeze nips at my skin
Crunch
The leaves snap under a small shoe
running, erratic and uneven, the motions of a child
Fingers, grasping
I throw a handful of leaves into the air
They float downwards,
Spinning
And spinning
Until they reach the ground again
Eventually
They will be trapped under feet of snow
Until spring when they will turn to nothingness
But now they are magic
And you can almost pretend
As they are falling
That they have never fallen before
My mother calls out be careful
Us children run around
So consumed with our own happiness
We forget about others
Crunch
Goes my nose
I collide with an elbow
The taste of metal invades my senses
As blood drips onto the beautiful orange leaves
Staining them an ugly brown