Fallen Leaves

The golden leaves of mother autumn bear the fruits of nature's beauty. The spices of unconquered time teach each season of its own eternal sense of duty. Fallen leaves wither in the sun's harsh light, testifying of the frailty of the autumn day. Shoes crush the dying leafy fingers, while the sleepy earth welcomes their decay. A rake's stiff claws gathers them together, giving the hungry plastic bags a treat. As a few wayward leaves escape this fate, they are trampled down by waves of human feet. These fairy tale rugs of fallen autumn leaves feel the frozen blanket of winter snow. Each tree's bark lidded eyes close, as father winter hides autumn's dying glow.