Fall Deep Into Autumn

Falling finger-painted fragile leaves, are swirling, twirling and whirling; like colorful broken stained glass, leaf after leaf falling into beautiful decay. Down the worn path they drift until, every tomb is leave-strewn; in an enchanting scene that is no longer somber, but pleasant as a walk in the country. Inspiration to this poet walking, as squirrels find nuts and forage bedding for their tree nests; oh today is September crisp and frosty, and sadly, a overgrown bushes hide precious names engraved. And I am lost in an ocean of rolling leaves, until suddenly the wind stops; and the clouds stop sailing across the sky, until everything is draped in Autumn colors, and millions of painted leaves like dreams lay in repose- now, I find you and my tears flutter like the leaves __________________________ September 25, 2020 Poetry/Acrostic/Fall Deep Into Autumn Copyright Protected, ID 20-1289-415-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Title Chosen #4 Fall Deep Into Autumn Written for the contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic sponsor, Edward Ibeh First Place