by Shirley Love

Created on: October 01, 2010

Falling leaves are messengers of a new season,
Heralding the last gasp of the old dying year,
They flutter and flail with no rhyme and no reason,
Except to announce that cool weather is near.

They paint a bright carpet all over the ground,
A strikingly beautiful sight to behold,
Where spatters of paint from God’s brush can be found,
In the landscape of colors so daringly bold.

They snuggle up to pumpkins out in the field
Like a colorful quilt of Nature’s designs,
The gourds in their harvest surrender their yield,
As earth dresses in Autumn’s garments she finds.

It is the season of change as Fall takes a deep breath,
And moves on towards a cold wintry scene,
There is so much beauty in the falling leaves death,
With a promise that new life will come with the Spring.

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