The Leaves of Autumn

I sit beneath my window gawking To the sight of leaves twisting and falling Dumped, crisp, and on the grass Gathering together and accumulating a·mass I hear the sound of the autumn breeze Sudden countless number of leaves In my yard, I long to know The brown, the green, orange, red afterglow Intermingling with beautiful ray of sunshine Peeking through the peephole of its treeline As a cracking wind cuts through the silence While multiple leaves drift in speedy compliance Through the day, a gentle glow Amidst' a wind flow The leaves outside my window One by one, they let go Their branches in the wind overlap I can’t see, but I hear the stems snap Over and over the meadow lawn They drop with a silent slap and be·gone Soggy and wet, disappearing before me Naked branches in a cold wind I see Falling to the earth, one by one The amazing swirl of the last leaf hung.