Leaf Walk

My walks are measured in steps
and also in steadiness of balance
during morning yoga practice.
In autumn though, leaves are a factor.

Leaves the yellow of butter
also freckled with brown
also melting into orange and red
beckon me to bend.

The five points of star-like, hand-like maple
The rounded stubby fingers of oak
The open fan of the gingko
The pointed oval of the elm cast a spell.

Last week, a curious man on a bicycle stopped
to offer a grabber for my endeavor
I declined and explained I was a teacher collecting for my students.
The next day, I had a bag full of curated leaves and a twisted back.

neighborhood leaves

The ginkos are not native to Michigan.

inspired by October Poetry Prompt Calendar: 10/18