Blazing autumn leaves, basking in shades
of flaming orange and reds
In ebullience you move
towards your own doom
To kiss death on nature’s bed  
You land as gently as you can
on the wings of the zephyr
Your body now broken,yet
You whisper in feeble hums
Adios,my love;
And you break and erode
to nurture the dust..
And give your self away.

And yonder I look
Askance I stare and wonder
Can death be truly beautiful?
Thou, leaf of maple..
in beauty undefined,
With “poignant-panache”
you showed me,
It sure can be divine.