Brown and green,
the wind of autumn
rustles the leaves
and they float and fall
to earth
Joining others;
carpeting the ground,
awaiting footsteps
that crunch and carve
my current paths.
These final autumn days
signal another year
mingling with memories
of different trees
whose leaves fell soft and golden
beneath my feet.
Memories of children
throwing golden coins in the air,
carefree and laughing.
Who would think that those smelly ginkgo leaves
would spark such glittering treasures
in the midst of the crunch of time?
Nice poem! Fall is a melancholy and beautiful time of year.
ReplyDeleteKathy