The Leap

Cradled by canopy and birdsong,
leaves hold a coveted perch
silent observers to the 
mundane and extraordinary 
unfolding below. 

Basking in sun’s warmth,
embracing cool rain, 
its earthy scent of petrichor,
holding tight to wiry branches 
tousled by wind.

Life’s beauty culminates,
persistent green fades from 
delicate veins, revealing a 
surge of scarlet and marigold
hidden, waiting all along.

At last, they release
acrobats tumbling in 
crisp autumn air
feeling for the first time the
exquisite joy of letting go.

© Sarah Porwoll 2026