Leaves (for N.) by Leo Campos (10/20/10)
Autumn rain scribbles at my window
"Write this to her"
Dry yellow leaves
Across the parking lot
Scratching their way to winter
Better to finish as ashes of a fire
Than dust. Even when dead
The memory of the desire
(Which burned) can become the next flame's bed
The leaf whispers of love
To a sun-loving tree
As the wind takes it away
