Fall leaves not fallen
Hang on the trees in color.
When morning skies are blue
And temperatures are cool
I trample the ground leaves,
Themselves at peaking beauty,
To watch upward as others launch.
With a breeze they flutter
But in wind they fly;
Swirling in yellow, orange and red
Swarming my squinting eyes,
Surrounded as I feel another
Autumn creep deep inside.
4 comments:
Dedicated to fine leaf watching in NY and my tree hugging friend, Rebecca.
very good.
thanks for the footnote! go leafs go pomes go pome man!-r
great stuff. i wish the fall stays forever cause tonight is feeling like winter man :)
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