When will real
winter arrive?
Fall leaves,
reluctant to leave
their branches -
clinging beyond
welcome.
Leaves, come on now, drop!
Stop hanging around, the
soil needs you - you have
done your bit
for this season.
Leaves, come on now, drop!
Your chlorophyll has had
its time in the sun -
and has done what it does best.
Petiole's abscission layers
have matured.
Leaves, come on now, drop!
All that is left is
to
be
in
the
moment.
Leaves, come on now, drop!
Ahh . . . a gentle wind
picking up . . . just now.
More leaves
take flight.
Leaves, come on now, drop!
