leaves across the path
no more, familiar footsteps
never coming home
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Awakened in the middle of the night by the words of this week’s prompt, words and images in my mind. The color-inverted picture is from a breath-taking 20-minute photo shoot in my home town of leaves, fallen to the ground, being turned about by gentle winds beneath their trees, leaves not yet fallen creating endless variety of shadows beneath the trees. As I stood there motionless, but for the clicking of the camera with each shot, a tiny squirrel ran across the street and up my leg, mistaking me for some odd sort of tree trunk. We froze in shock, staring at each other for a long moment before the squirrel scampered back down and found a branch in the nearest tree from which to scold me for its mistake…and then it was time for me to find my husband and return home.
Written in response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge Prompt #116: Home & Leaves.