Autumn

A red leaf
remnant of a spent Spring
drifting beyond life
on hot currents;
Eyeing the drops
in a friendly pregnant cloud
parched
she stretches her tip,
bounced and buffeted
at the rim of a black hole;
Peering at the silver
through the black tunnel
She sheds her gravity
sunk in the whoosh
of afterlife;
The red leaf disappears
sucked to dance
in the galaxies beyond.