Angele Toomey Poetry

It is almost the official start of spring in the southern hemisphere. For most people, the scent of daphne flowers, pops of daffodil yellow and lengthening days are welcome heralds. I may have mentioned this before, my favourite season is winter. By my logic, that makes autumn (fall) my second favourite.

Searching
A million leaves lie scattered on the forest floor
Let go by trees too asleep to notice me.
I am searching for the leaf I have dreamed of:
It embodies the gold of summer
And has the scars of a life well lived
Veins that texture now dried skin.
Each season I come on my pilgrimage to this place
Searching for my golden leaf, my dream.
One day I will find the treasure-
Either in this life or the next.