Released by the wind a lone red maple leaf fell from a branch spinning like a top. The descending leaf was caught by the evergreen waiting below.
Begrudging the evergreen of its treasure, I longed to steal the leaf collection gathered in his boughs. Shushing the wind, I would return the leaves to their rightful owner. Oh, if only it were possible to delay the onset of autumn. If only for a few short weeks. Autumn is such a fleeting season. For once dressed in her bright colors, winter will soon follow and bury autumns colorful treasure under a blanket of snow.