Leaves have floated into piles,
luminous colors for miles and miles.
Burgundy, burnt orange and yellow hovering,
the trees slowly relinquishing and surrendering.
A cool breeze makes them dance,
some quiet and calm, some leap and prance.
The autumn sky, so ever changing,
clouds moving, billowing and expanding.
One blustering cold wind,
the piles empty where once leaves had been.
A brilliant sun touches a tree,
leaves like stained glass windows, I see.
August 14, 2012
For the contest Autumns Beauty
Sponsored by Gail Doyle