this poem made me remember standing at the edge of a canyon (where, ironically enough, there were no trees). I spread my arms out like Jesus, right at the edge, and pictured myself just tipping over, cascading. What fear, so real, still so even in my remembering, that my whole body was affected. What sweet abandon the leaves must know, being so willing, and so able, to plummet. As always David, your haiku are Chinese boxes, Pandora's boxes, always containing much more than we ever bargained for. Thank you. {m}

Has an almost sensual tone to it that works really well. Kudos Dave!

The epitome of haiku once again. The words are very effectively used to add a depth that sparks memories and visions of autumn days.

Fantastic haiku David...the last line really did it for me...nice... :)

I like the sensual tension in this one, like a leaf that waits for its time to drift.

Quite a sensual look at fall!

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