the edges of a falling leaf,
which floats to the forest floor...
...inflamed and blushing red,
the descending leaf slowly turns
this way and that, exposing both views
just as the frail thing almost lands,
the slight, yet brisk breeze arises
and carries the leaf further along its way...
...the dance is abrupt and smooth
the faint wind spins the sanguine petiole,
twirling partner's unfurled arm and wrist
though unseen, the breeze is garbed
in the delicate patterns it imprints upon
standing water and breaths captured on glass...
...further, it cannot resist to bestow
its essence upon the whirling leaf
and seals white ice upon the flushed flesh
completing the kiss of chill,
the boyish breeze gently relinquishes
and lays the leaf upon soil locked in frost
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