Falling Leaves Poem by Jim Yerman

We've been blessed with three weeks in the mountains
where every morning at day break
we pick up our walking sticks don our jackets
and take a walk around the lake.

Blessed to take care of two dogs who not only make our daytime bright
but love to be around us…
and put themselves to bed at night!

Blessed to watch the sun rise buoyed by a morning breeze
Blessed to walk with deer and ants…
with butterflies and bees.

Blessed to watch the beavers whose energy never seems to cease.
Blessed to say good morning to the turtles, ducks and geese.

Blessed to walk among the pines as slow as we may please.
Blessed to hear the wind making music in the trees.

This morning as we walked accompanied by that familiar breeze
we noticed how the leaves have started falling from the trees.

As I watched the leaves cascading down I suddenly became aware…
how this is nature's way of signifying a change is in the air.

Nature doesn't broadcast or vociferously proclaim…
She has a quiet, subtle way of showing…
how nothing stays the same.

So as summer begins it's transformation into fall…
We feel a little bittersweet because we know
our time at the lake is over…
it's time for us to go.

And I wonder if memories are like leaves…
they gather on our trees
they stay with us a while then one day…
they drift off on the breeze…

Perhaps that's the way it's meant to me…
memories are meant to drift when the Fall winds blow…
reminding us there's now room on our tree
for more memories to grow.