The Sound of Gravity: Falling Leaves

Like butternut squash A warm golden yellow Like expensive wine stains A deep crimson red Like a cold, ripe plum A dark reddish purple Like that one rare sunrise Pumpkin orange blazes forth Long gone are mint greens Long gone is the summer And now come earthier shades Breaking free at last Summer's last sigh A breath of decay Pulls them down Spinning and whirling Twirling and twisting A graceful dance And they rest upon the ground