by Bradley A. Peraino
(http://perainopoetry.blogspot.com)
Fate's desire caught my eye; A destined glance towards nature's sky. The sight, the thought, emotions torn. There you hung amidst the morn.
A hue which stirred a saddened cheer, feelings felt but once a year. Briskly, inspiration flared. A meaningless death, for you, was spared.
For, in the nip of autumn's breeze, I chose but one of many leaves.
A gentle grasp, a subtle pull; a barren tree where once was full.
You, my friend, will never fall. Your home is now upon my wall.