Air heavy from recent drizzle,
It’s overcast and surprisingly warm for late October.
The neighbor’s walnut tree is barren.
Our linden sheds floating leaves;
Various maples are deciding when to lose theirs.
Magically, a small leaf from the snowball bush dangles mid-air,
A rusty crescent moon tethered by a delicate spider thread.
Stem down, it gently pirouettes;
Oblivious to logic and earth pull and autumnal decay.
Does it dance to spite gravity?
Or to cut loose and become compost?