My morning walk with Ella the dachshund provided the inspiration for this one.
I spied it at first light,
suspended above the road -
brown and mottled
and slowly turning.
I fancied a puppeteer
with white gloved hand,
might be holding it
by an invisible thread.
Or perhaps a wily spider,
crouching high
on the branch above,
was using it as bait.
I blew on it gently,
as if it were a dandelion
and it spun -
like the sugar plum fairy.
I suppose
a careless car
will drive by later
and break the spell.
Lovely poem, you have given the leaf new lfe. great write.