Losing Each After Fall Poem by Peter Vector

Like a top, it is spinning
Down, shift, down, shift, down
Until it touches the ground
A leaf from a tree in the autumn air

The breeze plays with it
Picking up the fragile thing
Moving it through the cold air
And sets it down with a gentle motion

The clouds shuffle and tumble in
They begin to cry, spilling tears below
They pick up the leave and take it along
Journeying far from its former place

It's crisp now and cracked
The veins the run along its form
Are pronounced and defined
No longer flexible, it remains in one position

Soon the sunlight stabs at it like a knife
Withering and crunching it fades
Into dust it crumbles
Mixing with the ground and growth