She had been out with her siblings looking for the “best leaves.”
“Let me show you,” she said and ran outside to get one of her favorites, “See?”
Raggedly beautiful,
Maple shaped like on the Canadian flag,
Hues of burgundy and rust–
She set a single leaf in front of me.
“You can have it,” she offered.
It is one of millions of fall-colored leaves from thousands of trees,
But it is special because it is given with love.