I stare in awe and disbelief
The changing shades of just one leaf.
Green to start with, then rusty brown
Now red and orange as it flutters down
From the tree, it’s safe worldly home,
Before it falls and begins to roam.
A little leaf on a cold, windy day
Flies and tumbles in complete disarray
Time to experience of a different kind
Tossing and turning, helpless and blind
Until finally the leaf lands breathless and old.
Waits patiently to be – Mother Nature’s mould.
Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born. She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.