When The Leaves Have Fallen Poem by Phil Soar

When all the leaves have fallen
The trees are bare and limbs hang cold in winter mist
The wind scatters gold and yellow images across the woodland floor
Creating scenes of consummate beauty
Covering the last signs of autumn
Breaking down the very fibres of the life that was the spring and summer
A tree of many uses
A life of many seasons
Of trials and tribulations
Attacked by fungi
Eaten by insects
Nested in by birds
All helping to establish a land so rich and fertile
Waiting for next year and it's re-awakening
Winter Solace
A wonder of nature
A delight to the sight
And the sound of leaves under foot
Breathing a new life into the woods
I am pleased
I too am of the earth