Fall Leaf Studies by Mary Ruefle

Fall Leaf Studies

 

I wake up, I count my money,

then I have lunch.

After lunch I go

to the window.

The leaves are no longer green.

When the leaves fall,

at the end of summer,

who knows if there are enough

to cover the ground?

Do they themselves

ever actually really know?

They come down slowly

and with many conjectures

after all that yak

and in that bronzed state

they pause.