THE LEAVES OF AUTUMN
THE LEAVES OF AUTUMN
Autumn is when the leaves exit from their branches
From the riches of the trees neuter to make green
Nature selects from a treasure chest of colors
Flying free is the reds and yellows and orange
The reds dance a ballet of fire
Dressed in crimson, scarlet and a strawberry wine
They rest upon a light breeze
Twirling slowly to the ground
The fire entwines with Cannery yellow, lemon and mustard
Twisting as they float upon a brisk breeze
They're in a fantastically flurry of a crosswind blow
Streaking across, back and forth, up and down
Her gold, amber and rust leaves
Lightly kiss there brighter kin
Gently falling on a golden carpet dotted in reds and yellows
One upon the other, repeating time and time again
The Leaves of Autumn
By Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2011
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