
Vibrant confetti of leaves
ochre, brown and red
rustle an autumnal melody
twirl to the wispy breeze
revel under the harvest moon
spray a mist of spicy scents
delight the sensory emotions.
As Fall bids a final adieu
the fronds let go,
without any attachments
to their soul tree.
They sway in gay abandon
swirling and whirling in the finale,
before kissing the earthy bosom,
to be buried under winter’s white blanket.