Drops of Color
changed in color
as the Season swept in.
The branch from which you dangled,
breathed a heavy sigh.
Landing upon wooden boards,
although you were not attached,
you felt yourself at home.
The veins in your paper-like flesh
yet it was no longer needed as before.
You lie there beside others.
A driving wind enveloped
whisking each of you away.
Carried off in every direction,
your destination—uncertain, unknown.
Still, you knew you were
making your way