The Fallen Leaf

Autumn approaches as the winds turn blue,
Velvet air hugs the silent trees.

The first leaf takes hold in the morning light,
She spreads herself and prepares for flight.
"Release me", she whispers in a rustling sound,
As she begins her decent to the bare ground.

But the wind hears her sorrows no to be alone,
And gathers her friends in a swelling moan.

Falling the leaf tumbles and turns,
Going this way and that only to learn.
Her friends are not as brave and cling to fate,
The winds tries hard but alas too late.

Landing softly she looks and sees,
Her friends raining gently, a heavenly view.

By Pete Scopes