A glow surrounds me.

Leaves of yellow and gold suffuse

the world in magical light.

My heart soars with joy  and

beauty fills my eyes. I am content.

 

 

Leaves fall like tears as trees mourn coming winter;

marked by shorter days and longer colder nights.

Soon their true shape will be exposed ready to endure

winter’s frigid blasts. Limbs raised in supplication,

they dream of spring and pristine new life.  A time

when they are once again adorned in verdancy.