by Joyce Gale

Created on: September 27, 2008

Autumn into Winter

The leaves are turning
In the morning breeze,
From variegated greens
To yellows on the trees.
Bright reds and brown
With the sun aglow.
Spectacular picture
They spread for a show.
Bedecked they sway
Like dancers do fly
A ballet unmatched
Brings tears to the eye.

The leaves are falling
Blowing around,
Gliding up the street
Just a whisper they sound.
Brown crunched up pieces
Of crisp deadened leaves,
Mingle and gather
Into piles of sheaths.
Trees stand bare
Winter is here,
Close the final curtain
Until another year.

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