“Haikus”

Not even the lightest breeze
Yet all the leaves fall one by one
The morning after a cold fall night

Graceful grey trunks
Reach for a bright blue sky
Rising from a soft circle of leaf flames

The oak carefully releases leaves
and still protects it\’s frost shadow
From the brilliant sun
Late October freeze.

At first a few bright and brave leaves
Left the glorious three dimensional sphere of tree
Now the last stragglers, still intensely colored
Join the new flat canopy on the ground

In the breezeless still
One bright leaf after another
lets loose and sways groundward
Falling fall