The Last of Fall

The last of fall’s leaves 
fall brilliantly to the dust.
as do I.

they glean and dance,
prancing to the wind and wonder,
magnifying radiant rays of light,
before final separation.

how softly they descend,
yet they never fail to rise again,
pervading vascular limbs with double splendor,

and then, they fall.
as do I.

by K. Osei