Rigney Deliso

I wish the sun always shone

But never burned your skin

And that when it is snowing

The cold never nips

I wish all your tears were happy 

And you never knew grief

But I know none of this is true

The first leaf

is let away

from the motherly grasp

of its tree's branches.

It twirls down

the veins and the webbed leaf between them

fighting

gravity

making it spin

dip