Seasonal Alouette
Autumn enters now,
cleansing every bough.
Leaves start tumbling to the ground,
caught in spiral whorl,
patterned in a swirl.
Still falling without a sound.
Above, limbs are bare.
Coldest air they'll share.
They'll stay that way until spring.
Fighting with the cold,
waiting to behold.
When the birds begin to sing.
8/31/14
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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