Fall Leaves - From a Neighborhood Child

FALL LEAVES First color catches the eye Yellow tan brown Parented colors of sun and sky Bronzed gold-crusted The breeze seeming to sift A finest dust into the air to lift Above all a leafy hill The PILE! Raked by Brother, Bill Beside the bullet tree Mixed up by the breeze I’m buried clear up to my knees My first impulse was to run and jump atop To roll around Yet I flopped Rising quite soaked through By the still green heavy mass Of hidden October grass Still it’s time to roll around Looking upward At the twiggy web above the ground As a few stray leaves given up Flutter down Golden yellow milk chocolate brown The great round trunk of the bullet tree Reaches its fingers bare Standing alone so painfully The sky sorrows down With here and there a tattered black-fringed cloud I standing SHOUTING! sounding comically proud