The Falling Leaves

There was no wind, even no breathing airflow Ginkgo leaves were falling off onto the meadow These could be the best meetings of green and yellow The sky and the earth, and the spring and the autumn From the warmest death to some of the busiest grow I now can hear all the sounds by sudden Including my breathing and my heart jumping And can feel all the steaming, as examples The aureus color and my dropping tears I reckon this must be the right moment for saying Some Silent Goodbyes to each other