The blog hop at Adrienne's Six Word Fridays - Leaf is pretty broad as to writing style, except for the one sure thing, that each line must not have more than six words in it. This is my composition for this post being linked to Six Word Fridays - Leaf.
In the autumn of its days
the leaf hangs on for all
it is worth as it moves
gently with the cool fall breeze.
When the light is just right,
it displays its beautiful crimson veins
even more brilliantly, but it senses
that something is not quite right,
and at times it is hard
to cling to the branch, like
when the squirrel scampers straight toward
it. Such sudden movements frighten the
leaf. Many other leaves have already
fallen because of the unexpected bustle
which caused the branch to dip
or shake. A few crows fly
to the tree to pay a
visit to the leaf, but their
cawing is very loud and too
frequent, making the leaf feel confused,
because communications that once were plain
and easy to understand, just aren't
anymore, but it guessed it was
better than not having any visitors.
Now the leaf is alone on
the branch except for a few
whose colors have faded even more,
and who talk of just going
home, not realizing they are home.
Some just hang and wait, not
not even speaking, but waiting for
a sweet release, perhaps in winter.