The leaves of fall are nice and gentle;
However, they are not yet dismantled.
The leaves of autumn will never be as strong
As the mighty wings of the eagles.
Yesterday was spring, then the seamy summer,
Thus passed the four seasons,
With much love, longing, and humor;
I could not careless whose right or wrong.
The falling petals have a tender smile,
Pending the passage of the cold and black ice.
This is the time when the leaves are melting under our bunions.
Soon, they’ll be lost amid the sad meanders,
In the flippant dustbin of the great symphony,
And in the circumstantial ironies of the daily comedy.
The leaves of fall are nice and gentle; in this beautiful Autumn poem shared here in this wise sharing...10