a rain of leaves

My favorite day of the year has come and the leaves rain down in a trickle and trance on a puff of breeze and a whispery wind through a sky that's bluer than blue and purer than springtime full of sun and skirting clouds that won't stay put but will drift away on a trail of leaves like glitter and stardust of yellow and red and umber and bronze falling and weaving and tumbling with a rustle and crinkle and fluttering wave.