#60 - Chance

Autumn has arrived.A lukewarm sun,Cool breeze, andLeaves flying off trees.Busy streets,People dashing about,A city in a rush.- - - - - -Walking while lost in thought,Auto-pilot, face down.Something drifts by,So instinctively,I stretch out my hand,For a falling leaf to gently land.A good sign?Unlikely, but perhaps…- - - - - -A dry leaf carrying a smile,And memories,I’ll keep for a while.