Autumnal Leaves

Withered leaves are falling curled up looking like empty ice cream cones. I picked a couple put them in the breast pocket of my shirt; then rain, I got soaking wet on my scooter. The leaves looked like dead hands of someone long time gone, veins and sinew without skin. I sought shelter behind a big grave stone that would protect me from the westerly wind. It didn´t, so I just sat there sinking into the soft ground becoming an autumnal leaf. Had earth in my mouth when it stopped raining and sun broke through. Dug myself out of this unwanted grave caked by drying mud, and not again shall I pick dead leaves when there are evergreens around that will promise life eternal.