Autumn Adagios

Looking up
at molten orange leaves
framed by a cerulean sky
and a puff of white cloud,
to see their partners
falling
carried by the wind,
the adagios—
duets and trios,
choreographed swirls with tips
of crisp, crinkled edges

floating

               winging                                                      

                                                p
                               lifting  u

then peacefully down,
a final bow
to earth.