Leave-Taking

What roads do the leaves go down

when summer's through with them 

and autumn blows their worry from its bosom 

like a shot sun's gush?

I have listened to leaves trade secrets with

the stone from the lake's bed and 

the moss from the rock's ancient frown. 

Skim or swim, says one. 

Don't let go, says the other.

But leaf song never misses its take:

Laugh and spend, it advices. 

Laugh and spend.


PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)