The sky is so blue, and the leaves
Are just turning gold,
Falling from the mighty winds,
To the expansive grounds below.
They turn from misty green to orange-yellow
And from red then to the darkest dusky brown...
Torn in all kind of shapes and many forms,
Strewn all over sidewalks and lawns.
The sky is so blue and the sunset is about to merge,
The wind is just as cold and swirling are the leaves...
As I see the sun peering through playful, fluffy
Clouds, all dressed up in tuxedo, of midnight grey.
Spreading like magic all their fingers,
With all the colors from the Painter's well;
With lullabies that fall from the heart that knows so well,
And also flows from me to you with all my love.
Dorian Petersen Potter