Leaf fall

 First leaf drop.

Those first eager leaves of Spring have grown weary, seen enough sun, wind and rain. 

Seen the summer birds arrive, seen insects creep from tight bark crevices, seen sunrise blushes. 

Heard the soft patter of rain, heard the warm wind roar in sudden summer anger, heard every heartfelt love song, each bird has sang.

Felt the tickle of insect feet, felt their teeth too. Felt too the bound and sway of the branch dancing to seasons tunes.

Time now to rest, solar capturing complete. From fat bud, to broad fluttering beauty, to woodland carpet, returning that which is only borrowed.