[random]

I admire the Autumn leaves falling delicately from the golden branches above me.
I pause in the middle of the road
in awe of their assertiveness,
How i long to be the leaf which falls;
on my own time,
at my own pace.
On the other hand, my interpretation may be off...
perhaps it is the animosity of the branch,
forcing lone leaf after another to disengage from the comfort of their home
to be left to die among the nameless masses on the cold asphalt.