Fall Fell
Fall was a bigleaf maple leaf
on a main branch green stemmed born in spring
spent all summer on her task
sending her work back to the trunk
until she grew old
In retirement her shoulders golden
spreading all over
Until with her family she lit the tree alive
before the air turned cold
before the wind came
Until one day
She knew she was done
and longed for the ground
let go
Gliding down stem-first
pirouetting in the air
Riding the wind
with a shawl upon her back