LEAVES
Leaves falling,
Swirling, fleeing before the wind,
Torn fiercely from the branches
By icy fingers.
Leaves falling,
Releasing gently, as if on a whim,
Fluttering slowly as if in a dream
To sleep on the earth.
Leaves falling,
Brilliant gold, yellow and red,
Celebrate like a colourful part
Just before bed.
Leaves falling,
Reminding us our season too is short,
So face our fall season with zest,
Live life to the fullest as we prepare for our rest.
Bob Richards
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