They Live Instead

Colored leaves are earthly bound falling soft upon the ground making not one single sound images of beauty found. So many those, them, and these tugging gently from their trees drifting darting in the breeze Autumn’s joyful revelries. Hues of yellow, gold, and red all around, soft landing dead lying still upon their bed in my thoughts, they live instead. (click on my picture to buy my poetry book!)