The leaves fall wet, heavy and yellow
stacking on the ground with light applause.

It brings memories of
crunchy fall walks through the woods,
with crisp, damp air, misty on your skin.

The days are shorter and cooler each,
with frost around the corner

It is quiet
except when the wind
tips last night’s raindrops,
caught in cups
of up-turned leaves
and spills both,
drop and leaf,
to the quilted ground

— Mickey Hager