As the autumn leaves fall
Under trees no longer green
The wind places them in a collage.
Upon the lawn, a mural seen.
Moving softly on the wind,
Neatly floating to the ground
Leaves in coloured layers lie
Everywhere, beneath and around.
As the autumn leaves fall,
Vibrantly coloured in red and gold,
Entirely covering the ground that was
Such a few days ago, green and bold.
Falling leaves on the wind
Arriving at our feet to lie,
Lift our spirits up and yet
Lay them low again that summer's gone by.
* an example ( though a poor one) for my current contest