I'm a Leaf

Softly falling,
gently curling
where am I going to land?

Crisp and dry
in the winter sky,
tree top overhead.

Branches bare,
there's time to spare,
to say goodbye to Summer.

Looking up,
a spiral smile,
a twist then flick to floating.

I greet the bloodhound,
welcome earthbound,
sway on in, I'm home!

Silent landing,
light and gracious.
Glad I'm not a stone.

MgM (c)