Autumn Leaves

The trees are ablaze

With the hues of gold and red.

Lately the sun has been

In quite a haste to set

And cold is descending

With its slow steps.

I look out the window

At the alighted trees

And they look into it.

We hold on to our autumn leaves

We hold on to them.

Lightly the wind makes its way.

Tugs at the ends,

Back to its play.

The first of the leaves I watch sway.

Sure and slow

I watch it go

Gently it lays down on ground.

Soon the whole of it will be up in flames.

I see the charred branches of trees.

No longer a beauty to those who behold.

But I can see better.

They are surviving, preparing themselves for cold.

And I still sit here.

Fully laid with my autumn leaves.

But I'd surely shed them before the eve

Of the snowy, winter nights when

We'd patiently wait for spring

To be alive again.

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