Maple Leaf in Fall: 4 Haiku


I was the maple
green, strong, making food from light,
Then came the changes.

Longer nights chilled me,
what cold did change, color and more,
Called forth a new me.


Who am I now, tree?
Or a lone leaf? One of many,
Many leaves falling.

Yes, falling alone,
Under this tree gathering,
Until the wind comes.


Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham