"The leaves on the oak trees"

The leaves on the oak trees
Relent and turn auburn
At the Earth's urging,
And I stagger to a chair
To watch all these shades
Of reds and dark oranges
Whispering secrets to me
As they danse on the breeze,
And one in a thousand
Caresses my face in its
Slow flight towards the ground.
They are all so vibrant
As they call out to me.
They are my soulmates,
Each and every one.
They play with the smoke of
My foul cigarettes.
Each one begs me to forget,
To forget and forsake,
What my pa calls mistake,
And fall (red) to the floor.