As long finger-length yellow leaves
twirl, spin, float, and flutter to earth —
are we watching a tree shed its skin?
Or a flock of birds bursting out of a yellow cage?
Tonight, we’ll shed our works, worries and laughter, open
a bedroom window to autumn’s chill, snuggle in,
wrapping arms around one another; with crickets serenading
under blankets of fallen leaves we’ll spin into asleep
Tomorrow, we’ll brush aside blankets of leaves
spade up brown earth, poke finger-deep holes
crack apart the bulbs to plant new garlic cloves
to sprout early roots for spring’s green growth.
Each leaf a wish, a prayer, a dream,
sunfire kisses flying in the wind