cool breeze is stirringleaves are tapping on shouldersAutumn has arrivedleaves raining red-brown and goldleaving way past silver dreams
A poem of the season
Fall’s not a leaf fluttering down,marking the start ofcolorful coolness…
Notes rich with angst pierce through the eveningThe strings weepCutting deep in the skin Heavy with the loss of a love that…
What a rebel is this leaf
silently falling from the tree