Rise & Fall (Coleman Barks)

This poem by Coleman Barks is both short and sweet.

It tells of of what the movement you half-see out of the corner of your eye might be. Since it's "late November" the blips that ascend are birds and those that move downward must be fallen leaves. 

I like that in late November there are only 2 possibilities for all that you catch sight of. I also like the dance-like rhythm of the last line - you can almost see the fallen leaf fluttering to the ground. 

Favorite line: "They keep the float-down flying / of wobbly, no-longer-trying, dead-tired wings."