Rain and a caught leaf,
a passive resistance to the wind
and it’ll be gone
as so many.
Its beauty is its moment
of what it was once held onto,
not even drift can conceal that
in skeletal thread structure.
Spring can accommodate winter
much better than winter believes,
it’s a forgiving season,
and shines through disconnected days
so cast offs are not chilled
even when they lose their colour,
their former colour.
Therein lies my hope of being noticed
through a windshield.
