the fall of the leaf

It's Autumn, the atmosphere is filled with
colors, reds, yellows, golds, the sent of dried leaves,
wood burning, fireplaces, and cool, crisp air.

As the Sun moves south, taking its light to the
Winter Solstice, all life prepares for its Winter
sleep.

I watch, as each and every, leaf drops off from their
life source and slowly float, twisting and turning, not
in fear, but in joyful surrender, in meeting their finial
resting place on the earth. In my mind, I hear, "there
is a time for everything."

Their life cycle played out to the absolute final end, from
their budding, to their photosynethic, green, to expressing
their true colors.

What more can be asked for?