Autumn Leaves

They have leapt over the branches

There are no more hurdles

for their impediment

Warm sunlight of the afternoon

Is now failing on the ground

The bleak wind is mourning

in commemoration

As autumn stepped into the town

& the leaves are dead

The birds are now eastbound

The broken leaves 

are leaving their beloved bough

And their cadavers are to be wrapped for burial

The tree is screeching with pain

But he is mute, you can't hear his sound