Fallen Leaves
Farewell to you, ornamental russet leaves of Fall,
and your crimson and golden windswept tresses.
You danced to bamboo flutes at Summer's ball
while wearing tangerine and sage green dresses.
You whirled and twirled happily before you fell
at the rooted feet of majestic oaks and elms,
growing on every mountain, in valleys and dell.
Your varied mantle of blush always overwhelms.
Autumn stripped the limbs where you used to cling
to branched hands and fingers reaching to the sky.
There you whispered welcome to birds on the wing.
But pines keep their leaves. I'm left wondering why.
I should never question Mother Nature's reasons
for changing the clothing on trees like paper dolls,
or covering them with blankets in Winter's season
when she gifts us with beauty in crystal snow falls.
I'll look for you when Springtime bestows new birth
unless Jack Frost decides to stick around and stall.
You'll adorn the oaks and elms throughout the Earth
until you take flight again in the brisk days of Fall.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2023
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