First of the Fallen

Fall Road

Pieces of sunlight,
spark and light
thru the yellowing wood,
sending up tender tendrils
of the years decay
and decline.
Trees, wearied of deep light,
long for the rest of faint sun
and dark winters sleep.
Sap-less limbs,
bough and branch,
wind wrested bare
and leafless-
browned leaves
drift into smoke stained paths,
filling the edges of late summer
with the first of the fallen.