The Leaves Are Falling

Free verse on approaching autumn

Photo by Autumn Mott Rodeheaver on Unsplash

They are falling, the leaves.

They are twirling in the air
as dervishes in trance.

Raindrops
are falling,
demure and cowed,
for too much absence,
they are holing the gray veil
of the sky
starting
a sonata.

They are letting themselves divested, the trees,
from their vibrant ornament.

They are drinking the sonata crescendo,
the knotty and straight trunks.

Water is replacing the sun.

Take your
colored and transparent umbrella,
let life substituting life enchant you.

The comfort of introversion,
after the clash
of words.