I watch the leaves fall
Caught by the pull of the wind
Dancing on the currents
Weightless and free
A flock of color and movement
Each one synchronized to it's own rythym
Yet together, they move as one
Slipping between the fingers
Loosening themselves
From a tangle of gnarled branches
Finding release in the moods of the season
Gently falling in the pools of water below
Spinning in the fluidity
Reflecting the tones and the hues of the Earth
Reflecting the discarded sorrows of men
Reminding the eye of the cycle of change
A silent symphony of discordant notes
Creating a mural of raw, powerful beauty
The colors blend like a Monet
A sparkling image of hope
Winter's fragile bones
An undeniable promise of Spring