Fall Leaves
Slate gray skies peered down
upon the patchwork quilted pattern
of the wheat fields on the plain
Viewing the partial barren trees who
scattered leaves at their feet
The rest tightly clinging on
to their gold and green leaves
Knowing that a slight breeze will
undress them slowly.
Scattering their seasons dress to
the ones that have fallen below.
The breeze dances the leaves
across the golden landscape
awaiting the new season to arrive.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011
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