I Would Lie Down

Walking upon dried leaves their edges ragged to decay
In browns, yellows and red, still they show what once they were
Through the forest limbs they fall in brittle cackle
Sunshine embers glow on those few that hang on.

Shuffling in a wishing walk the leaves shush me to quiet
Look down! something says, and capped acorns wink back.
Leaves everywhere clapping along a ground breeze
That I would lie down among them and dream.