The leafs life approaches a brittle death
and it knows
beautifully, it’s time
to explode
let its beauty unfold
the veins of leaf pulse
red
green
yellow
Picasso could never
this subtly
and when the wind blows
the leafs knows too
it’s time to go.
Don’t hold on
and fall like an earthling
like a man
going splat on a canvas
go in style
float to the ground
and inspire
even as the end approaches.