THE OAK LEAF

It landed upon my window shield; so proudly it displayed

the color of its’ dying days; bright orange, browns and grays.

I watched it as I drove away, hinged deeply as it could

Not giving up its chosen spot, it slid beneath my hood.

Thirty miles I drove today; it stayed till I returned

Until I picked it up, you see, it lay there undisturbed.

I flicked the leaf toward the ground; it would not take the route

Instead the leaf blew back at me; upon my coat it glued.

Not wanting to disrupt my day, I quickly threw it down

And there it landed at my feet; so lonely on the ground.

I entered office and went to see; the messages of my day

Surprised to find a cyber note; the petal sent my way.

From a friend, Lynn Barry dear, you gave away your thoughts

The roses sent to you one day; the petals you did drop

Through space they came to everyone as sweet as sugarplums.

Quickly, I ran back to get the leaf upon the ground

I picked it up and thought of you; a rose petal I had found.