Falling Leaves

Tremulous, your colour now changing, ranging from russet to yellow, mellow in the soft autumn light, your plight heightened by morning frosts and cold easterlies. Not one month ago you were full green, a sheen, dew laden in late summers blush, flushed your upper surface, which pulsed with purpose to photosynthesise the rays of the sun, and now, you're done. Your seasonal life has come full circle, as now you hurtle, earthbound, spinning round, lifted on a sudden gust, just hanging on the breeze, you freeze for just a moments tease, then easily float, an airborne boat, to land like silk with others of your ilk to form a carpet of autumnal brown, rotting down to offer sustenance to your former host, now a ghost, with branches bare, staring at the steel grey sky, still, thanks to you, a living thing, now dormant, and longing for Spring.