Falling Leaves
Falling leaves
Bright reds and greens these fallen leaves
When the sweetness of summer dies,
And overhead did flicker in mystery
Ever brightly the falling leaves
I’ll rest my eyes when the wind is calm
And children retain there smiles,
When the only thing that mankind sees
Are visions of late fallen leaves
A breeze did rustle the brightened plains
Here in the freshness of autumn,
But still remains our summer gone
In the softness of late fallen leaves
By m.n.
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2011
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