the first week of august was motionless and hot
when at last— a long caesura fell
and at once it was mid-october
and that’s when i begged
“Let me do the eternal work of Autumn!”
and plucked the greenest leaf from the tree.
i let her go and over time she browned
and for once i was a very good magician
in a very small way
for it was i who controlled when the leaf fell and died.
“What tempts you to jump
from your branches now, Leaves?!”
i screamed and they didn’t reply
“Tell me your secrets! Let me in!
Lest Fall never come on its own again!”
and my threat fell on the season’s silent ears.