A broken branch hangs from the oak
As the last of the leaves fall
So does the limb
Embedding into the ground
And below the cracked sticks
The mud slips further into the squelch below
Mixing soil with dirt as it settles
The ground resists, unwilling to choke on its
Swallowed pride
An hand bends and picks it up from the bottom
Time for plan b as the leaf is released
Settling on top of the branch