Leaf Secrets--A prose poem written by myself

Fall falling leaves shroud the children like winding-sheets of paper-shreddings. Like God given wings, they twist—twirling up and down the children's colorless garments—smudge painting their clothes lion-eye yellow and chestnut-core beige. Outstretch their mitt-like hands to cup, catch, and scoop—to interrupt its leaf-time mélange; but, the children can't unearth the hidden secret of a leaf's spirit. Hidden in its dry-water wrinkles are sunset sonnets, the cries of clouds, the voices of earth, and the tale ending of night.