My First Post

I'm not really sure what to write for my first post.  So I guess I'll post a poem I've been working on.  It kind of sums up my past year:

Two leaves,
Brightly jade; catching trinkets of sunlight,
Share a home and a life on the tip of a branch.

A mild breeze and they gently brush,
Timidly, but wanted all the same.

A brisk gale travels through and they are whisked off.
They twist and dance on the wind, never quite touching,
Always in view of the other.

They land in a black pond, whose depth is unknown,
And float,
Still never quite touching, always just out of reach.

Floating and waiting, they silently swirl with the zephyrs that lap at the shoal.
Time has passed and their bright hues are fading.
Soon they will be swallowed by the onyx pool whose surface has settled and is waiting, menacingly, as the tiger waits to pounce.

Some of the murky ink has infiltrated their edges and slowly oozes in.
It won't be long.
One watches the other helplessly as both are being enveloped.

There is an eerie surrounding silence.
An absorbed silence that occurs on nights of fresh, powdery snowfall.

Still, they are just without reach when a gentle breeze ripples and snakes across the pond, on a mission.
It catches the brink of the leaves and sends them dizzying towards each other, as the fluid floods in.

They link and slow,
Finally inseparable,
Connected, as they sink.

~Shreena