I WATCHED THE AUTUMN LEAVES COME TWIRLING DOWN

I watched the autumn leaves come twirling down.
The wind had ceased to be a catalyst
to urge them in their journeys to the ground
but those leaves no longer could resist

the pull of gravity.  Their time had come.
They must abandon — say farewell to tree homes
that had birthed them in the spring.  They’re done
with life up high yet scarcely free to roam

beyond the space where once they offered shade.
Perhaps someone will rake them in a pile —
create the mounds where  children love to play.
Some breeze might stir them in a little while.

I watched an autumn leaf come twirling down.
I listened to its nearly silent sound.

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