Barbara Mitchell

I am caught up in leaves and laughter

Leaves are my companions
and they would sooner crackle with mischief
than allow me to settle down in my pain

I run to them eagerly
fling out my frustrations in henna and fuchsia
gather their laughter in piles beside me
then scatter excitement to tumble around me
descants of crimson and rose entertaining
pleasure me into the warmth of their color
and graze my cheek
with the edge of their copper

If I hold out my hands
they fall into me
gently

When leaving I tuck them into my pocket
pressed soft in my palm to carry them with me
and when I need laughter slip in my hand slow
draw them out careful
sit down
and hold them

Forever and always
leaves are my passion