A Fallen Leaf by Tatiana Pahlen

A Fallen Leaf
By Tatiana Pahlen

A fallen leaf whacked me on the head,
warning that summer is over.
I grabbed the offender
by its dry sharp edges
marveling at the tiny green spots on its golden body;
"Are you a messenger?"
I challenged the big shot.
"Where are the rest?
Who is in charge for such delays?"
I pointed at the trees.
"Look, you're all green,
no costumes even for Halloween?
Would you produce a harvest next Spring?
I'd love to see you guys engaged in showbiz;
I sense this season a Beauty plays the Beast.
Are you on strike, 'cause the Yankees couldn't win?"
Before I ceased my awkward whining,
this brazen pal replied:
"The sun still shines, enjoy the bliss,
let Winter turn the leaves!"