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Fall Leaves
Fall Leaves
Sweet rustling murmurs enchant from far above me
Whirling and twirling a colorstorm savages from the tree
The branches shudder as Wind runs it’s shivering fingers through
Discarding outcasts long imagined from immortal hue
Some golden with streaks of chrome or sage and scarlet in shame
From sinking down to nothingness with unrecognized fame
Each tiny leaf reminds me of faces from the past
My fifth grade teacher, my mother, a love that didn’t last
Fat and vivacious, brilliant and crinkly, crumbly and rusted
Onto the wings of tumbling dreams each dying leaf was thrusted
All will be fallen and rotted back to earth come the end
As will every gift of mortality that God does choose to send.
