A single leaf,
a golden medallion
luminous in the starry sky,
bids farewell to its arbor.
It quivers a bit in the rustling air -
a dew drop from early morning past
glistens in the twilight mist.
Perhaps, in the dusty pearled light,
the leaf hears
Summer’s last whispers, or
the beckoning
of Autumn’s
first wind.
The leaf,
God’s masterpiece,
catches the waning
sunbeam luster and,
reflecting a glorious season,
triumphantly
lets go …