Turning Shades. Poem by Carl Roussell

The green leaves of summer are turning shades,
and the days don't last as long as they did.
When we touch emotions are not the same,
maybe they like the leaves are changing.

Slow to fall from a life giving branch,
Slow to go in a grandeur of colour.

As the tree that sleeps through the cold winter,
waiting for the Sun's touch of warmth and light,
I will await the coming of the spring,
in a dreamless slumber the nights will pass.

Slow to fall from a life giving love,
Slow to lose my dream illusion.