If it is your wish to, while you exist,
Be lovely —then you choose your
destiny by tiny steps along the way
For example,
these maple leaves from the same tree—
One graces the table, arranged with the last
of the purple mums, an acorn, a heart shaped stone
while another falls
gracefully,
as they do, swept together with many cousins
Raked up by a dad in flannel, a dad chosen
specifically because in a moment
He will be laughing. There—right then
when the children jump into the piled-up leaves
demolishing his effort, scattering their joy.
What maple leaf wouldn’t choose
this spectacular way to go?
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Puff Of Smoke Poems 
Oh how lovely this is! It has something of TS Elliot – and if you’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not, coming from me it’s praise of the highest kind. It’s another one that’s going to go in my archive of favourites. To be read and re-read….. wonderful.
thank you so much. Huge compliment to me. Not sure poor old TS would see it as such! But thanks for reading, and commenting. Once again, you made my day.