What Falls From Trees

In Autumn some green leaves remain Untouched by the explosions of the fall Trans- formative as is the nature of light Bright colors in juxtaposition to the rain Red fits in mixed company with orange gathering Tree yellows are happier than yellow submarines Parasols most fleeting when they break away Magic folios as chemistry changes them to brown And when they land there is but little sound But when the breeze catches them in sleep It whips them into a frenzy until they crunch Trees stand tall with no hands and little chances Their Skeletal branches reach their limits When winds call to remove their little friends Destined for decay the leaves still play What falls from trees remains a mystery