A poem for the Autumnal equinox

Just one, coming down
coming down
Canary yellow, summer squash, autumn sunlight
yellow
barely a breeze, the others manage
to cling to their trees
How does the humble horse chestnut
rooted to the creek,
reaching between maples, Bay Laurels, oaks
Decide?

Who to let go
on that cool autumn day
Just one, coming down
wisping in one direction
falling in another
drifting on the gentle wind
between branches, coming down
Settling in the creek’s still shoal
sending ripples

Just one yellow leaf
taken from a tree
Then, caught by the current
carried around rocks
to a rapid
to a calm and on
All of the leaves will fall eventually
But, today, let the leaf that falls
be anyone but you

A yellow past flowing into a wet future