Leaf frog

In front of me

was a leaf frog


Passing me by

a grey path


Crisscrossing pattern




Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves,
crunch under my feet.
Their disheveled shapes,
fallen cries.

Each tree, shakes off
its branches, in the wind.
As the season turns
and the weather changes.

Our paths become,
that of one,
who is lost in colour
and cannot change.