A foliole in the Fall

A foliole fell in the Fall,
In a lush green forest,
And blew unweariedly,
carried on by an occasional breeze.

The foliole hopped onto other leaf clusters;
Accoutred as she was, she easily made pals;
Shared joys, absorbed miseries;
And quickly became the favorite everywhere.

One such encounter was special:
The pal made the foliole souris,
Saw the deep dark pains she hid so valiantly,
Influenced her so profoundly,
that a new light shone on the foliole:
A light so bright, it made her dance.

What a marvellous life change for the
ever smiling foliole:
A new hand to hold on to,
A fresh companionship to cherish,
All who saw her remarked upon the change:
A change so powerful, yet so sublime.

And when all was well,
And she skipped and hopped,
The pal let go with a dramatic sigh.
The pain of separation was so deep and palpable,
That by twilight next, the foliole breathed her last.

The first snow flakes fell

And rendered a haunting ode

To a lovely soul, so pure and immortal.

The pal meandered through life, his hands outstretched,

Hoping eternally that he would feel the foliole's touch:

All soft and soothing, all sweet and benign.

The moment had passed, all opportunity lost,

His blessing was taken away,

As she breathed her last.