By Sharon K. Alsop



Leaves telling forgotten stories
Through their fluttery dances
Of seasons long lost in memories

They are a dying breed
Falling to their awaiting death
Cold hard ground crushes their life

Thousands all forced to flee
Jump from their high perches
Old and withered with age

Their season in the sun over
A few cling tenaciously
Tethered together with last effort

To share their story
Next year's birth of green
How the sun hid

And the wind's bite came
Sending their brethren into flight
Where death came quickly

But the tribe of leaves will return
When the cold relinquishes its hold
Warm breath of sun comes out of hiding

Another season will arrive
With young appearing atop trees
Bringing life to another season