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.
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.