October Sky

Another leaf poem, I'm afraid.  This one is for my uncle, whose funeral I just attended.

                                October Sky

                    Why do some leaves seem
                               to soar as they descend,
                                           as if tumbling and twirling
                                     with untethered joy
                                                     makes them float

                       while others simply fall?

                           Is it merely the way
                           the wind takes them,
                           or does something
                                 about their shapes
                                           give divinity
                                                    to their ends.