Watching Fall

It may be the last pleasantly warm day in the Midwest.
The air is crowded this fine, sunny day.
They pass.
Flow so quickly.
Hundreds.
Without touching.
A twist here.
A wiggle there.
There are times when some simply float.
Others fly, fly higher, farther than their original domain.
Still gently.
Soon downward.
Until they rest.
Forming a blanket.
Layers.
To allow life to their creator source.
Life to that which lay beneath them.
Disturbed they rustle.
Creating a playground.
A memory of distant seasons.
The wind moves them.
The sound of chimes.
Left, they decay.
Some find fire.
How much we are like the Fall leaves.
10-27-14

Bless and be blessed.