Fall, leaves fall every leaf speaks bliss to me,
fluttering from the autumn tree, Its leaves are
fragrant, feathers, showy in thier colors beckoning with
sexy shrug to come over, wreaths of leaves, blossom
and glow in the indian summer sun, streams are trilling
and frothing in a mad dash to escape the summer calm
taunting the leaves for thier climax of color, a shade of
red caught in the act Fall, leaves fall,