Leaf Surfing

The wave breaks soft yellow tinged Slow rising on the hoar frost night Thickened sap retreats in weakened sun And yet the leaves rejoice in nature’s call Party hats and favors drape them all In windblown timpani they fall Lay their warming truth upon tree roots Join their crinkling souls in vibrant quilt Last refuge of the mole and shiv’ring slugs The wave will break, in raving red display As squirrels bid adieu and idly play Fall’s tide will ebb and take the leaves away