Autumn Leaves Poem by Tear Of An Angel S.R.B.W.

From the sky they seem to fall

Just as whispers so often heard

I shall catch the ones I can

And the pile upon the ground

I will hold in my hand

I shall pile them together

And jump right in

These autumn leaves I lie within

Colored so bright

Yet dying

Drying

Within

Fallen from the trees

They drift away

A reminder of another day

Without destination

Whichever way the wind blows

That is the way

The autumn leaves go

I stare in silence

It's just a season

I suppose

As the season soon

Turns deathly cold

S.R.B.W.