sonnet

i wrote this sonnet today. don't know what to title it. any suggestions?


A maple leaf fell from its tree today,
Twas reddish-orange, a plain frequent sight.
Me walking away, till ears heard it say.
This tree’s been my life, since born one Spring night.

And then three more fell upon the wind’s sigh,
Friends of the one, a curious thinking.
I never knew them, the lost one blew nigh,
Yet a fate still the same, we four linking.

The leaves now lay there, hard sidewalk their home,
Some most pleasant shapes, ‘gainst a morose stone.
Not-friends now huddled, still scared to be known,
Not long until rootless body turns bone.

A curious bunch, these four strangers look,
A terrible death, this strong friendship took.