Fall Leaves

FALL LEAVES Wind is from the north at last - Changed from summer’s soothing balm. The leaves resist the icy blast – Stubborn stalks with fiery charm. Each little golden pinnate shakes As wind bites sharply at its shape, And to the air it wildly takes, Flying, trying to escape – Tumbling, spinning for a while, Rises slowly, drops like tears. A final fling for another mile Then falls to rest with all its peers. Widely under this fall bough Of laden yellow leaf Spreads a sorry carpet now Of summer come to grief.