Falling Leaves

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Memory, do not fail me;

A majestic oak's leaves

Tumbling and falling.

A precarious branch

Mourning its creased skein's blanch

Weeps spirals of methodical floating

Falling through a brisk wind pirouette

Upon an earthen collet,

The crumpled remains are fleeting.

Memory, do not forget me;

You, sir, have betrayed me.

Languishing in rivulets

Of pollen speckled rain,

Spattering the falling

Offspring moments of magnificence,

Are mere minutes of memories failing

To recall your pitch black heart.

Revel in those falling leaves.