Leaves turned!

Winter was there for all to see. Ripe red maple leaves lay strewn all over the diamond shaped cut stone laid path leading from my porch to the gate, one red vein connecting my abode to the world outisde guarded by maple trees. The green lawns on its either sides, the pool to the north with a mermaid spewing water, the white painted bird house perched on the banyan tree, all were a treat to the eye. Yet, my bliss, my source of eternal happiness was none of these delicacies nature had to offer. My eyes were fixed on the beautiful young lady in front of me. I couldn't write down what i felt when in her company. There she walked on the stone laid path carefully picking fresh leaves that fell over night. There was an air of timeless devotion in her actions. Every now and then I could see her wetting her forehead with honeydew and looking up to the heavens as though receving god's blessings with open hands. How I wish that was true though. She piled the collection for the day by the mailbox and sat with her back against the pole on which the box stood. There she sat, the embodiment of all my joys, my cares, my worries and my love, looking at me with an expression in her eyes that could best be described as a mix of a never ending wait and a profound pride at her own effort, seeking rewards. A symbol of pure and innocent beauty, of virtues hard to find and describe. As she sat there watching a beetle crawl over her leaves, a silent storm raged in my mind. She nudged the beetle, careful not to harm it in any way, re arranged her leaves and looked at me urging for approval. I nodded even as the storm within showed no signs of weakness. Every second my precious darling spent there with her eyes fixed up at the mailbox, the gail in the abyss of my mind seemed to gain in dimensions. How was I to tell her that I had lied, that Gods wont hasten the letter she was waiting for in return for the fresh picked leaves offered. How was I to tell my love, my princess, that she would never get the letter from her mother, my dear wife whom god took away from me. The beetle sat again on a leaf and my baby looked at me and then at the beetle and said with a shaky voice. "Are you not someone's mother too? Somebody might be waiting for you. Please go, while I wait for my mother". I hugged her tight. I could see nothing, hear nothing but the storm within and my darling sobbing tucking on my shirt.