Autumn

The leaves of autumn, glide gently down, dancing softly, to the deep green ground. The cool dry air, makes them smell sweet, as a breeze whirls them, at your feet. As night falls upon them, their color fades, by one in the morning, they’re black as spades. Frost at daybreak, turns them bright white, by noon their color, is back in sun light. The trees are bare now, except for the greens, which make the loveliest, of autumn scenes. With leaves at their feet, of red, orange & yellow, and patches of green, could just make a fellow forget all his thoughts, watching from the ground, the leaves of autumn, glide gently down.