Yesterday it happened:

a wind roared through the trees,

setting free hundreds

of gold birch leaves.

They played on the breath

that released them,

glinting in the sun

and softly rained onto the garden–

but not before each one tumbled

in flight

the many faces of the tree

finally weightless,

each oval-toothed leaf

now a wing

flying away

as the naked branches

rattled goodbye.