Falling leaves

Written by: Mark Norton

                                 Falling leaves                                 

       Bright reds and greens these fallen leaves    
       When the sweetness of summer dies, 
       And overhead did flicker in mystery 
       Ever brightly the falling leaves
       
       I’ll rest my eyes when the wind is calm
       And children retain there smiles,
       When the only thing that mankind sees  
       Are visions of late fallen leaves

       A breeze did rustle the brightened plains  
       Here in the freshness of autumn,
       But still remains our summer gone 
       In the softness of late fallen leaves
       
                            By m.n. 
marklnorton@shaw.ca