But through the veins of leaves, translucent and thin,

I watch the sun wink behind them.

Flipping a half-dollar coin into the air

and betting something precious -

While it makes half-moon phases, you think;

What am I willing to take?

What am I willing to lose?

The Autumn sun falls into the horizon

Spilling golden light,

Spiraling rays on a stupid blue sky;

the breeze is sighing, tousling browning tree leaves.

The skitter of dead leaves on the sidewalk, the click of children's bicycles;

What am I willing to lose?

The coin hangs,

cool in the air,

catches the moonlight on it's side.