Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves Slowly, summer makes its coloured way From tree to tree, then gently to the ground. Each leaf that falls will try its best to stay Near others, who their resting place have found. A carpet, laid with care beneath my feet That changes, right before me, as I stare In disbelief that once again I greet The autumn, in its beauty, soft and fair. In childhood would I lie beneath these trees And, looking skyward, feel them as they form A quilted blanket, woven as they please, To keep me safe before the coming storm. But all too soon the woodlands all are bare As winter holds them firmly in its maw. My autumn view has lost its muted glare, Yet still I see the coat that Joseph wore.