How a leaf leads to leafing through a book

I am resting on a deepforest greenchair on a porch in the wilddarkness of this night.

I am writing and remembering how a leaf might have led to leafing through a book.

The wind sounds the chimes. This night is warm on the shoulders and cool on the neck.

I am going to leaf through the pages of the novel I'm writing. I'm will not leave until the writing wishes to segue into dreaming  on this night.

Leaf to leafing to leaves to leave and back to leaf; deep dark green fingers playing with rivers of wind this night.  

Aisling aka laurel and larken