Poem of the weekFalling Leaves

Leaves

Orange, fire-red

Descend from weary trees

Before the shortest, coldest days

Deplete their summer strength.

Frost-damp, sun-bright,

Children scuffing, dogs snuffling

Glistening leaves transform

The dreary tarmac path

Before the teatime cloud

Cocoons their autumn phoenix-fire.

Mary Hale