Orange and gold trinkets
Back to the earth,
Winter whispers "I'm coming..."
But not before the decay
Revitalizing the land for the next year,
The squirrels gather their nuts,
Birds fly away to warmer homes,
A reminder to let things go.
I feel a melancholy saying goodbye,
To the trees that gave me shade,
And the flowers I watched bees polinate,
The colours of October will fade away
To the grey and white December days
But I will always dream of autumns tapestry
And wish I could fly away like the dancing leaves,
Back to the earth...
Someday, we all will become an autumn day
On the precipice of the frost giants and eternal slumber,
I can only hope I made a difference in this world
The way the falling leaves made to me.