When Autumn Leaves Fly Poem by keith Durante

Outside my window leaves tumble to the ground,
slowly rolling without the slightest sound,
a blue grey sky just waiting overhead,
autumn leaves gently hurry summer to bed;

here in this moment, where seasons collide,
how many leaves have taken this ride,
soaring, diving, and floating on the breeze,
revealing the weathered skin of naked trees;

stripped of the colorful plummage they wear,
limbs dangling like tangled and knotty hair,
bare and exposed awaiting the storm,
all around, swirling leaves perform;

such a sight of awe and wonder,
a seasonal ritual blown asunder,
as certain as the stars, their evening light,
dancing leaves assure the world is just right;

running and shuffling, pushing through leaves,
all of the splendor that nature achieves,
how soft and pleasing to the eye,
when autumn leaves fly...