by Jerry Curtis

Created on: September 06, 2009   Last Updated: April 21, 2012

When autumn leaves
And winter calls
It leaves its leaves
In frigid stalls

Before they freeze
Those autumn leaves
They lie in stacks
Of withered sheaves

Awaiting snows
White, cold, and dread
Go crunchy brown
From orange and red

Splenetic greens
Fled summer's spew
Memories now
From autumn flew

Float branch to ground
They face the rake
They lie in piles
Like souls to take

The autumn pyres
Ride the breeze
Denuded branches
Lonely trees

With rising smoke
In large boughs' lees
Burn incense fine
To memories

Reminding all
That autumn leaves
And winter comes
To strip and tease

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