A dried leaf wept
yet shed no tear;
In the silence of a winter
night, it swayed until
dawn found it lying still.

Winter stood watching
so close at hand wanting, yearning,
aching to touch.
In the exact moment of connect
everything went still.

Night and dawn fought over it
curling, sheathing, they both sought
till wind came snarling, hurling, slamming
in the dark of the night
and the light of the day
and claimed one tiny shaken leaf
and took it away!