old and skeletal
The markings, being proof
of my mettle.
full of intrigue,
Still beautiful, still bountiful.
Lies in the eyes of the beholder.
I found this leaf on the jogging track at my favourite place in Chandigarh- Leisure Valley. Though withering old and imperfect, it was captivating enough to hold my attention. Old can be gold. Do you agree?
Somehow it looks quite (extra)ordinary. It inspired me to write the poem above using the device of enjambment.