I see you, leaf.
Clinging to my windshield wiper.
You fell and landed there.
Now you perch until
The cold wind sets you free.
Yellow with age as summer turns.

You passed your summer giving life.
Now you are spent and will return to dust
Once you fall to the ground.
But for now, you’ve completed your task
And you recline.

And then, you break free
As the wind catches and spirals you
To a roadside rest.

I see you, leaf.