FIRST LEAF by Lia Purpura

That yellow
was a falling off,
a fall
for once I saw
coming----
it could
in its stillness
still be turned from,
it was not
yet ferocious,
its hold drew me,
was a shiny swichplate
in the otherwise dark,
rash,ongoing green,
a green so hungry
for light and air that
part gave up,
went alone,
chose to leave,
and by choosing
embellishment
got seen.