I Walk Upon the Fallen Leaves

I walk upon the brown, orange, golden, fallen leaves From silent standing, now dormant trees. That stand and rest at this time of ease With no one to impress, or even to please. They stand naked now, everything else gone with the autumn breeze. They've let the past go and have nothing to grieve. I look upon these magnificent, standing, inspirational trees. Not with sadness for their loss, but with an element of glee. As I understand their wisdom, that they depart to me. Their time will come again, when leaves and branches begin to interweave. A rebirth with new vigour, they begin to grow and breathe. Oct 2018