Autumn Tag

The leaves have started playing tag
Along my breezy autumn street
Though, I'm not sure how they can play
Without the use of hands or feet
They dash along the wind-paved road
Performing tricks as they roll by
And younger leaves still touched by green
Cheer on the show from branches high
But if I watch them very close
As each leaf's colors float and flit
It seems to me, the untamed eye
That they've forgotten who is it