Leaf Man Poem by Alicia Grimshaw

He brings me leaves

one each day

contrasting in shape

varied vibrancy, coral to ripe peach

left on the kitchen counter

until evening arrives at our window.

Held in his palm

this single donation

color story of today

our eyes meet

the wrinkles, textured hues, imperfect edges.

Our hands hold a temporary prize between us

cherishing.

Trees give without expecting

something in return. Thankfully,

so does he.