My Fragile Friends

Please speak to me my lovely friend With leaves stirred softly by the wind Under enchanted autumn sky Where your susurrate sounds drift by. Sing soft melodies in choir As leaves glow as if on fire. I feel your abject dying pain When wet and cold from chilling rain. I remember spring at your birth, How you brightened verdant earth. And then in summer your soft shade Where under your cool leaves I laid. You always spoke or sang to me While holding close your mother tree. But now in autumn's silver sky Soft spoken leaves whisper goodbye. © Connie Marcum Wong September 17, 2016 Poem of the Day Leaves talking - Poetry Contest N/A Sponsor John Lawless