The Leaves are Ready
Just a quick seasonal poem! I really like the fall season and we're finally starting to taste some of after weeks of too-warm weather.
For a few gold weeks
The trees will weep
With the leaves of
Autumn’s fall.
Sheeting down to
The grass green ground
'Til there’s no green
Left at all.
Branches bare will
Fill the air
In kind with the
Sweet musk of decay.
All too soon
To drift away
In the chill of
A cold Winter's day.