Falling colors from swaying trees,Stripped naked in the autumn breeze.Quiet whispers, their branches sing,Sleeping giants, they wait for spring.
The birch, in repose, earns a kiss from the breezeand finds it's limbs lightened as zephyrs of leavesFlit down to the earth, their colors unfurledA blanket of calm on the hearth of the world
Cold air occupies the breezeSummer's children find uneaseSunlight shorter every daySkies increasing charcoal grey
The bus-stop sound of laughter sweetThe leaves crunch loud under rushing feetThe yellow buses squeal and groanIn the sudden silence, Mom waits, alone
Changing colors, a wonderful breezeCool weather and beautiful leavesPumpkins and festivals, I love them allThat's why my favorite season is fall
Arrays of leaf and tree, who's hue of golden brownPortrays relief serene while scattered 'cross the ground.Old Whispering Wind's voice is a blissful breath of coldWhile Great Fall's arms rejoice and caress us in her hold.
Say farewell to the Summer's breezeSay goodbye to all the green treesFallen leaves blanket the ground todayBlazing Winter will come our way
Who set the trees on fire, leaves becoming flames?'Twas Mother struck the match, for the chill to tame.As embers fall from branches bare, inscribed with each our namesRemember life’s more beautiful when no Two are the same.
In glorious color all aboundDancing slowly toward the groundTo lay beneath my limbs, forlornIn silent nakedness, I mourn
Ruby and Royal, Blaze and GoldAutumn’s colors lift my soulI am reminded once again That many colors make good friends!