Fall Leaves Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Not anymore hanging on a limb
fluttering in the wind.
There is this emptiness that is
becoming bothersome to the mind
as they leave their abode. They leave
limbs languid and naked as the sun.
Little by little cold air bruises their
veined feature, chilling flesh; their
colours imbue a rustic gold and bronze.
A delight to the squinting eyes roaming
parks and country side. In a quiet moment
they unhinge themselves flamboyantly,
slowly beckoning to earth's yielding call.
Without any finicky human touch they
nest a soft bedrock, tender and inviting.
They let me sit in yoga trance, with nostrils
ocean-wide, breathing organic air. Soon
the mind will permeate the body with renewed
energy as the fall season unleashes its charm.