A leaf fell from the Maple tree;
Another from the Birch--
A dozen more unhooked themselves
From off their lofty perch.
Some fell to heaps upon the ground;
Others scattered on the breeze--
A few still clung tenaciously
To the nearly barren trees.
And I took the winter as a thief
Since it pillaged every tree--
Recalling just how green and full
The branches used to be.
But then I felt a drop, or two
Reminding me again--
That winter is no place for leaves,
But rather snow, and rain!
Copyright © Mel Merrill