The shadows lengthen and pull me closer. The last bursts of sun nest in the tree tops, filling them with glowing pride. The shadow grip gives a tug and my stumble blink allows the leaf light to fly away for the night.
There is a clarity held in the gray of twilight, even among the riot and crunch of autumn leaves. The last of the sun shadows dance with the wind alongside me before electric, and moon shadows take their place.
The sunset fades to dark just as the brightly painted leaves fade and crumble after their only first flight. The dark knows of these secret sorrows and remembers them by keeping their lingering colors. Shade, shadow, and night remember for the rest of us too sun charmed to even forget.
I follow into the deep dark, still sun charmed, but starting to hear the remembering songs of night and shade and shadow.