Early explorers, adventurers

Whispering the hushed tale of their

Pilgrimage from eager heights in poised flirtation with the wind to

Freedom of release in gleeful tumbles to the ground,

They are the first to fall.

 –

Humbly bypassing an

Encore of yellow and orange

They rest, meekly brown, on a

Bed of silty fate in an

Orgy of earthly embrace.

 –

Their raspy harmony joins the

Percussion of my stride, our music

Filling the silence between the trees.