With perfect grace.
Guided by the wind to land in an unknown place.
Gently it rests in a child's dying garden.
A little flitter to the left. A slight flutter to the right.
The wind will not rest tonight.
Prowling as it comes,
Howling as it carries.
Leaves of every shade twirl and spiral across the cold gray air,
For the leaves don't care
One leaf crusades through the sky,
Without a thought why
Side to side,
Down and down.
A single leaf on the ground is enough to make anyone frown.
When you're showered with fire, gold, and copper,
When the trees wave at you
And cold, crispy air tickles your nose and makes you feel wonderfully numb,
Then that's when you know autumn's begun.
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Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018 with permission of the author.