Enchanted

I can’t help it: I’m enchanted. 

I’m enchanted every year: 

Those are not my favorite colors — 

Not the ones I paint with, anyway — 

But I’m so drawn to their magnificence — 

Or could it be the process? 

 That ability to set aside your green; 

To throw on this bright cloak of many colors; 

To dance in it upon the wind, 

One last hurrah before you slowly 

Fade to brown and fall 

Without regrets, 

Having rejoiced together 

 With your friends, your fellow leaves,

 You now let go, 

 And drop into eternal oneness.