The red leaf vacated its branch
whirled higher and higher, so high
It looked down on snowy mountain tops
the wide lace-fringed sprawl of ocean
higher still, found puffy cumulus clouds restless
in their stalls, and saddled up to canter across the world
on a sleek grey cloud dappled dark
they rode the jet stream, glided the gulf current
ice numbed its stem as fierce winds battered membranes
until finally the cloud wearied and wept itself to earth
The leaf dismounted, floating to rest on a wet
patch of moss beneath a tree
it told other leaves of sights seen
they waited and prayed for a strong wind.
Beth Cato is an active member of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America. She’s originally from Hanford, California, but now resides in Buckeye, Arizona, with her husband and son. Despite how often her husband’s co-workers beg, she will not quit writing to bake cookies all day long. Information regarding current projects can always be found at http://www.bethcato.com. Sometimes those projects do include cookies.