Connection, like leaves on a tree

A web of relationships 

A sturdy wood base

Society, linked and harmonious

But with autumn, comes the fall

Cold spreads like a virus

Rapidly leaves drop

Connections severed one by one

Until one shriveled yellow leaf is left

Alone, distanced from the others

The ones taken by the cold

It hangs onto the wood stock  

Drained of it’s colorful life

Facing the cold solo

Until the virus is gone

Warmth revives the root

And new leaves emerge

New connections are formed

And the leaf is no longer trapped

Alone, socially distanced 

Facing the cold