Never leaves...

Tony's blog ― The last tendrils of the old stem opened its holdings to the tree bough and as a discarded thought the ochre-colored leaf fell slowly down swinging in the soft fingers of the gentle Fall breeze.The preceding leaves down below prepared a tender bed to receive their sister adding its lean and dry body to the whole.Time seemed to stop for a while. Then the strong prongs of a rake swept unmercifully the ground around the tree forming a small hillock of dry leaves on a reserved place of the big yard[...]