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
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