A leafless limb drops at the feet of a hiker

trying to remember where he started out

He places it on a demilune in the hallway of his house

as a reminder of this cold autumn afternoon

and a trophy awarded to him by nature

for the courage he has shown

on his journey back

into the crazy wild wind


Its fine stark branches flare in a shadow

against the barren white wall,

a tumbleweed of the air that rolled towards him

and held against his shins


He carried it home in both arms as he would

a living thing gone far too long