Leaves Without Witness

Haiku on autumn’s quiet wisdom, beauty unseen yet enduring.

Autumn asks for no audience, yet its lessons remain. The leaves do not wait for our notice; they turn, release, and fall whether or not we pause to see them. There’s something humbling in that truth, the reminder that beauty is not diminished by being unseen, and change does not need our permission to arrive. In the quiet woods or the busy city street, the season carries on, teaching us in every drift of gold how to let go, how to move forward, and how to trust the rhythm of time itself.

LEAVES WITHOUT WITNESS

Leaves turn quietly,
their colors falling unseen,
a hush in the woods.

Even in silence,
branches answer the season,
another leaf drifts.

What the forest knows
is lost upon the city,
boots scatter the gold.

Yet autumn’s current
flows steady beneath it all,
time keeps its own pace.

Back in the still woods,
the quiet earth gathers leaves,
soft blankets of dusk.