Falling, They Are Falling

A piece about Autumn.

Falling, they are falling.
I am looking out the red among the green,
knowing they are what interests you.
Suddenly, flying things invest the air,
and I am in an unexpected reef.
Near the surface the schools are practicing departure:
wheel right,
moving float,
vertical shift,
dart left,
return
into the oval formation;
now rest,
and discuss with your neighbors on each branch.
A singleton rockets up before my face;
bottom feeders scour the roads,
mindful only of the harvest till
the subtle signal comes to leave
and they are one,
flying through the falling and
going, they are gone.

October 5 2009 - January 21 2010