Perhaps I hadn’t noticed in years past,
Having seen it once, that vision would last.
These oval perforations were perfect.
And that’s coming right from a leaf addict!
It’s as if a tiny hole-punch was used.
There were none that were torn or even bruised.
Their descent had been quiet.
Not a sign of a riot.
But it still begs the question,
Is it nature’s suppression?
What caused these holes to appear?
Insect? Abscess? Still unclear.
(Postscript from a transcendentalist—)
Every blade in the field—Every leaf in the forest—lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.
–Henry David Thoreau