On brisk Autumn mornings
I often find myself looking
outside of my bedroom window.
My eyes always seem to be drawn
to those crisp leaves.
It is not their wide range of colors
that draws me in.
Nor is it the way that they
flow with the wind.
It is the way that they fall,
the way they evolve,
that fascinates my mind.
It is a constant, never ending cycle
of life and death.
It is unavoidable
but sometimes I wish
that those leaves can stay
bright and colorful,
in their purest form.