A Quiet Moment

Sun-lit leaves swirl downward,

Twirling, 

Spinning through the air like dancers,

 Sliding sideways,

 Twisting upwards in the breeze,

A silent graceful journey toward the earth.

Standing still to watch, I yearn to be light as a leaf,

Letting go to the stark, bare branches of winter.

 Falling gently to nestle into a soft pile,

Surrendered to the sudden chill of autumn.