Crimson Leaves

Crimson leaves falling

From deciduous trees

Twisting and turning

As they yearn

To fly free

Under golden rays

Their colors magnify

Soaring like birds

With wings so alive

Leaving their mark  

On the crisp autumn sky

They’re completely content

On their final descent

Landing on pillowy beds

They blanket the ground

Eager for sleep

Before snow touches down

With each coming season

A beginning, an end

An eternal dance

Of leaves in the wind