I find myself looking up
at the colored leaves.
Holding my gaze up high
as they fall around me.
Making rustling, rushing noises
as they pass on by.
As if they are whispering,
one final goodbye.
I find myself looking up
at the colored leaves.
Holding my gaze up high
as they fall around me.
Making rustling, rushing noises
as they pass on by.
As if they are whispering,
one final goodbye.
leaves, leaves, leaves, galore!
Like glitter sprinkled on the floor.
Crunching, crushing, underfoot.
Should I convince the kids to rake a leaf pile
So I can jump in it?
Crunching crisp
Sounds of autumn underfoot.
The air is full of ripened walnuts,
Decaying leaves, and warm sunshine.
Hearts are full of reflection as the year
Progresses. Unfolding quite naturally.
Watch the leaves fall down.
Soon there will be bare branches.
Snow on the ground.