Leaves

The wind sighs a hint of hurt,

and howls like a wolf that is about to transform. 

It breathes in a big gulp of air

and exhales in a way that sounds like despair. 

Its puff of loneliness grasps the leaves

into its orbit full of foliage.

The leaves leap like a dancer from Swan Lake

with elegant legs that dance like a feather,

that flutter effortlessly through the air. 

One by one the party enlarges. 

Different guests from all aspects of life come to the party.

But all so suddenly

the chandelier breaks

and the party is over.

The wind has had enough. 

"No more!” he says. 

And with that, he lets out one final breath

which sends the leaves into a plummeting mess.

With no sense of up or down, everything is a blurred sight

As they flutter down to the luscious meadows.