Foot Steps in the Autumn Wind
Softly shuffling, then lifting and gliding
across the old country lane.
Brilliant orange, crimson, and shades of
brown… up they go! And then back down.
Leaves of Autumn.
Like soft footsteps in the Autumn wind the
haunting sound keeps shuffling around,
from here to there and then back into the
brisk Autumn air.
Who’s coming? Who’s out there?
The foot steps grow louder as the North
First one, then two and before you know it,
crystal white snow flakes falling everywhere!
The sound of foot steps soften as old man Winter
arrives and Autumn shuffles out of sight,
leaving no footprints in the new fallen snow.
Now those colorful Autumn leave have no where to go,
forever buried under winter’s cold, white blanket of snow.
Jackie R. Kays
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