It's been a delirious spring,
And an arduous summer.
The leaves deserve to fall.
They tease the ground with,
A slow, wayward

I watch the falling leaves

Vivid yellows, oranges and reds

Dropping lazily

After a busy autumn season

Of changing colors

Tiny brown corpses

rattling at the door

covering the porch boards

three inches deep or more.

Little shriveled hands

clutching

The wind whisper to the trees

Oh no it might be a kiss

For the trees giggle in delight

Shaking its branches in the moonlight

The distant hill blazes now 
with vibrant flames that won't be damped
by dousing autumn rains
but surely