Autumn

A leaf, caught by the tail on a spider’s web. Swinging and twisting in the breeze – aching to be free. One quick swoop of a hand, so easy for me. Feeling the crinkly scratch against my palm I took it across the road. I released it into a group of its brothers. I watched it flutter on – I imagined gleefully. Smiling, I sent the thought that it would be remembered. That it would be immortalised across the world. Spread the word – one more is free, and we are all increased by this being so.