I can feel it in my breath
The brisk air filling my lungs
Autumn's embracing a season's end
Foreseeing Winter yet to come

Leaves are gathering at their mothers
Swiftly carried along the breeze
Colliding and combining into each other
They are sorely missed by the trees

Children with pink runny noses
Jump in neatly raked piles
Despite what their mother imposes
They are constantly filled with smiles

I am trying to find my piece in this
Where is it that I fit in?
Am I just a leaf falling amiss?
Where's the pile I fit within?

I'll slowly leave my branch
Gracefully slide through her fingers
Coming to a rest on her hand
Dry up and die but forever linger