I wandered through the forest
Gathering fall-colored leaves.
Shannon, my granddaughter, needed them for show-and-tell.
She lives in Florida and leaves don’t turn
Russet and gold and orange and red down there.
But up in Carolina (what Shannon calls my home) those colors abound.
So my daughter and I gathered the leaves.
When I sent the box,
It was like mailing air.
Those leaves adorned bulletin boards –
North Carolina leaves for Florida children.