By Tom J. Maxwell



I sit on the deck staring in a trance, watching the leaves take their last dance.

They twist and turn as they fall to the ground, they always land so gently, and never bounce up and down.

Some hang on the trees their beauty so bright, they even show their true colors, as our days grow longer at night.

They have all turned, red, yellow, gold or brown, as the wind blows through they fall, one by one down to the ground.

They give us shade from the suns bright rays, they even break the wind, on a breezy summer days.

They are all so different, in shapes and sizes, and they show us their shadow when the moon light rises.

They only stay with us for one growing season, so much beauty in such a short time, and colorful memories, pictures in our minds.

It's amazing how quick we forget, the beauty they give, for we all have choice words, as we rake them away.