Autumn

The last red leaf

Of eternity

Falls to the ground,

Shaking,

Alone.

It reaches the bottom;

Hits it!

Gently

Like time passing,

Quietly,

Slowly,

As the stopping of growth

In the green-brown grass;

Unnoticed,

Reflecting in me

The way I feel.

It shivers,

Alone in the cold,

A patch of red on green.

Orange and yellow and brown

Surround it; other lonely leaves;

Helpless,

Strong but weak.

The wind stirs,

Mighty;

The wind picks itself up.

It towers and shakes,

Quivers and falls,

Rises, beautiful.

It's fingers reach,

Claw,

Grab, rake, and spread.

Leaves glide in its grip,

Weak but beautiful,

Captive yet captivating,

Dancing, alive, well.

Swirling rainbows fall

Across the blue autumn dome,

Fall angels in colored form;

Red, yellow, orange and brown

With a touch of green.

They dance and soar and wave,

Wink and smile;

Powerless, but not helpless.

They are saying goodbye

To their sappy,

Bitter-sweet chains.

They flutter and jump,

Inspiring the artist,

Lifting her soul.

Dipping, Dabbing, pulling,

The paintbrush carries

The dancing leaves

Onto the canvas

With whimsy strokes

And butterfly kisses.

I am soaring, free and happy.