Winter (falls end) and spring together

Metaphor in image, I think.

This is what I found just before my building.

The fallen dead leave, but still there, from fall and through the winter, and the tiny flower coming out from the earth signalling: spring is here, spring is coming.

I wonder, if I am the leave?

Or part of me that went away with the treatment of my front and the flower signalling a new active storytelling, gigging and kino speaker season for me?

I hope.