The Breath of Leaves Immiscible

Divine: the wind blows gentle
kissing
tugging
amber leaves-just so-
prolonging timid cuddles.

And then the wind grows
wicked and
they bunch
and sway
in frantic droves, in
panic--
cling and press against
eachother, holding
close and tight
until the night
gives way--

then flutter,
soaring, free and wild
into the waiting ground's
embrace;
they fall amongst the blades
and feel no pain.