The sun is shimmering on the trees as the wind whispers through the remaining leaves The limbs wave back and forth as if saying good-bye to a summer soon forgotten The leaves hold on by a stem until it breaks away and they flutter around in the air Looking like large raindrops falling to the ground where they tumble rampantly across the field As if a puppy let outside to play the leaves then lay still for a moment Until the breeze catches them again seemingly in a never ending game of tag If you hurry, you can rake them in a pile jumping, screaming in glee as you land in them Or just stand still with your face to the sky watching as they flip flop in the wafting air In a kaleidoscope of red, oranges, and yellows