‘How beautifully it falls,’ you said,
As a leaf turned and twirled 
On invisible wind upheld,
How airily to ground
Prolongs its flight.

You for a leaf-fall forgot
Old age, loneliness,
Body’s weary frame,
Crippled hands, failing sense,
Unkind world and its pain.

What did that small leaf sign
To you, troth its gold
Plight ‘twixt you and what unseen
Messenger to the heart
From a fair, simple land?