Leaves descend floatingly swaying to and fro in autumn air varicoloured as the seasons themselves first is green of grass transparent in day's light follows, yellow of corn bursting with liquid sunlight, sweet nectar orange and red of pumpkins and plums, waiting for faces, waiting for lips to drops, sweet juice down a peach-fuzzy chin brown like overripe fruit, these leaves too are overripe in moonlight they shine, no sweet energy to impart, full and waning wait on windbrushed branches with eyes to see and ears to here, shaking frail fingers humans too fall, they turn colours, starting green and some become yellow, others red, others black all some of each, will they fertilize soil or be raked away, burned, ashes in the sky; fading embers of a world mourned goodbye? children twist some by the stems, broad leaves in small deft fingers to me leaves lazingly but swiftly drift, images remain in the mind Anticipating things to come.