Falls Coming
FALLS COMING
Falls coming sometimes when the leaves fall;
I envision them as colored paper shredded;
Wind is blowing cascading march to the breeze;
Quietly awaits the robin as it sees the branches waving;
Joyously bereaves as the trunk is surrounded by squirrels;
Chasing each other merrily around, around and around;
I am sure
That the robin has no need of these…
Fall is falling colors changing odd;
Soon the wind and rain will turn to snow;
I envision white crystals drops of snow;
Frozen tongues on fence post again;
I am sure
Someone’s son or daughter
Of all of these things something will fall;
Just as anything that goes up..
It must surely come down Climate changes
Winter, Spring, Summer Fall
10/6/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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