Falling Softly

Yellow veins blotched with green branch on the surface of the leaf. A pale red began to bleed into the foliage, browning some and yellowing others. The breezes snatched leaves from their perches and slowing they alighted to the ground. Maples bended forward with the wind, branches stretched out like fingers as if trying to capture the leaves ripped from its arms.
As the wind dies down the misfits fall softly like silent winter nights when the snow drifts down from the sky.
No longer green by reds, oranges, browns and yellows. When the sun touches the tops of the trees they ignite in a flaming splendor.

Images taken by Mizuni on the campus of Eastern University. Graphics by Mizuni.