Type Dancing

The First Leaf
By David Allen 

I am the first leaf to fall,
marking the way for my family 
to follow when the days cool
and the trees evict them.
Some drop straight down 
in a suicidal plunge,
others find a breeze 
and swirl away in a last dance.
Eventually we blanket the lawn. 
creating a colorful carpet
until we shrivel and surrender
to winter's woes.