The Fall of Leaves
Sitting in the car with the door open, I can hear the leaves on the breezes. There's a cool crispness to the air - a definite change. Have you heard them chatter Of changes in their matter? The leaves are green What can they mean? When the breeze Shakes the leaves It's different now Than summer's bough Though still the green They've lost their sheen As they crispen If you listen Noise of a rattler Autumn's tattler Draining green Leaving unseen Colors burning Slowly turning Before their fall Their curtain call Branches green Bowing to lean Have you heard them whisper Of changes Due for winter? Copyright 2014, Donna JT Smith Poetry Friday is being hosted by Jone McCullough at Check it Out. So check it out for some super links to poetry today! BTW: Thanks for the kind words Linda at Teacerdance and for sharing my poem in your post today! I loved using your words to mold a poem into a Blog-gem for you! Thanks for using such a grea