The Falls of the Falling Leaves

The leaves are falling, dropping like melted ice. It must be autumn, there is a spectacular show Of red, yellow, and frosty foliage. Though it’s still nice Weather-wise, in a heartbeat, soon we’ll see snow. My beautiful cherry tree is getting sadder every day. The little green, which existed on my lawn, stopped growing. The squirrels are busy stocking nuts next to the old chimney. Only the spiders seem happy trapping flies that are passing. It must be autumn, the Halloween paraphernalia, the faux grass And the turkeys are littering the lawn with fake cemeteries, Statues of Dracula, mini-coffins, and pseudo dead bodies. The leaves are falling as if the trees were tired and lazy. People are walking faster and the elders look very grumpy. The leaves are yellow and ready to be recycled. Alas! Copyright © November 2015, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.