Gently leaves sway,
some touched with gray
in splendor autumn falls.
Brass leaves cart, wheeling,
(you know that feeling
head-over-heels, playing)
mid-air with scarlet hues,
golden specks etched. The views
are spectacular when autumn sheds,
closes shades, lays down to sleep;
without a whimper ... nary a peep.

Leaves lay lives down
yet they never frown
as Mother Nature calls.
Orange shades smile, peeking,
children they're seeking,
to hear their squealing.
It's a mood to walk, talk,
in the chill some will balk.
Precious colors swirl turning our heads.
The trees will shiver and sleep
in spring the leaves come ... without a peep.

Sunlight fades, dies
as rain falls disguised
sometimes in heavy squalls.
Leaves crunch underfoot
where the trees take root;
as mulch they are hooked.
Nothing lives forever
though some try, endeavor.
Too many lay heads in others' beds
then toss about, can't sleep.
Autumn falls ... silently, doesn't peep.