Autumn Leaves Falling

by

Phil Pochurek

The days are shorter now
And the winter wind is calling
All the colors from the trees.
It's a sound that no one hears
Of autumn leaves falling
But everybody sees.
The fall of summer
And all its sunsets
Caught up in the leaves.
Like a million Polaroid snapshots.
In a blaze of glory
Setting fire to everything they touch
Smoldering on the ground.
Waiting to be raked into great flaming piles
And burned at the turn of the season.
At the drop of a match.
All that summer shade
Up in smoke.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at A wet day in July
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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