The Leaves

The Leaves

By David Smith October 30, 2009

The trees and paths a fall wonderland;

Leaves like snow as it covers the sand.

A richness of reds and yellows and greens;

Leaves drift against the cars and in between.

A poet could not but stop and appreciate;

The colours of nature, the rainbow it makes.

Observing the street all covered in leaves;

Bedding down for winter, a past summer we grieve.

Now to take inventory, work on the strengths.

So that in spring; new birth gives us length.

Eyeing the leaves as the summer is gone.

Capture the beauty, the timing in song.

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