AN AUTUMN RERUN

While stopped at an intersection

I saw the tiniest maple leaf

spiral its way

to the ground,

from branch to pavement.

The descent was over

before I knew it.

Before the light turned green.

I had the great desire

to return

the little red leaf

to its perch.

I wanted to see

it do what it did

again, but in slow

motion so the moment

would last longer,

so I could stay

longer inside

of those precious

autumn spirals,

so I could learn 

what circles 

have to teach me

before I go forward 

thinking the light is green

when it's really 

still red.