Those Leaves

Those leaves,

Form the divide

Point fingers at my neighbour

I take it all in stride

I love my neighbour

Looking past the sign on his lawn

There’s a reason for his ways

A few blinks we’re both gone

Those leaves,

Are withering and wrinkled

A gust of wind away

From covering us in a billion sprinkles

How many colors do you see?

Each one it’s own enigma

Though skipper next door

Called the rainbow a zebra

Those leaves,

Do you think they’ll miss their mother?

If they had their time back

Perhaps they’d hold a little closer.