Falling Leaves
When glancing out my window this morning I was pleased to see,
Golden leaves wafting to the ground from my mountain aspen tree.
A carpet of gold now graces the lawn on which frisky squirrels play.
Emerald leaves of summer that provided welcome shade are now passe!
Gone is the robin family that upon its spreading branches nested.
Winter winds will warp its fragile arms and its mettle will be tested,
But it will brave December's storms and come April of next year,
Another generation of quaking aspen leaves will magically appear!
I enjoy the colorful leaves that carpet my lawn but for this one thing;
Alas, I must rake the consarned things with all the bother that will bring!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2015
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