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 to the trees, their beauty so bright,
They 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 day.

They are all so different, in shapes and sizes,
They even show their shadows,
When the moon light rises,

They only stay with us for one growing season,
So much beauty, in such a short time,
Colorful memories, pictures in our mind.

It's amazing how fast we forget, the beauty they gave,
For we all have choice words,
As we rake them away.


The original Tom Maxwell 12/13/2002 AD