Falling Poem by Myrtle Thomas

Falling

The days heat, works to turn green to brown
to make dormant summers abundant ground
fertile soil to lie in slumber until spring
the foliage of fall begins to do an amazing thing

floating ever high and falling in great amounts
to sit and watch the colorful leaves fall
are too great to count
dazzling and hypnotizing, a natural calming effect
spending hours just watching with great respect

crunchy the grass becomes under foot as I walk

but never disturbing the leaves seem to talk

light hearted pleasure since being a child
spending time just sitting under the trees quiet and mild

soon the cold nights will become cold days
with frost on the now barren trees with a misty haze
then from somewhere from an over filled cloud
snow flakes will dance and swirl
white magic in the wind, the snow will change the looks of my world

tiny the drops are that kiss my face
flurries come faster and cover my foot prints, without a trace
the look of a miracle in each flake of snow, that I'm privileged to inspect
heavy the cover that visits in the winter, as we count off those days
with a calender, we check!

©MyrtleThomas/10