Know me by fallen leaves.
Read them like a palm.

I am autotrophic,
Nourished by light.
Incessant. In habit.

I sprouted leaves for it,
Stiff and hydrostatic.
I bask in the loathing,
Foreboding, lusting light.

I need toxicity,
As much as anyone.
Serrated margins.
Veins sprawled from stem to blade,
Splitting at the axillary.

My limbs are heavy now.
In spite of light.

I submit to season.
I shed myself in wind,
I shed myself in drought.
I fall to the forest floor.