The Leaves Are Falling Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Sitting, on my back deck,
My mind in a trance,
Watching the leaves,
Taking their last dance.
They twist and turn,
As they fall to the ground,
Always landing so gently,
Never bouncing, up and down.
Some hang on the trees,
Their beauty so bright,
They show their true colors,
As our days grow longer, at night.
They have all turned, red, yellow, gold or brown,
As the wind blows them, they fall one, by one to the ground.,
They give us shade, from the suns bright rays,
They even break the wind, On a breezy summer day.
They are all so different, in shapes, and sizes,
They show us their shadow, when the moon light rises,
They only stay with us for one growing season,
So much beauty, in such a short time, leaving colorful memories,
Pictures in our mind.
It's amazing how quick we forget, the beauty they gave,
For we all have choice words, as we rake, them away.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 12/13/2002 rearranged 9/28/23