Wandering Wind whispers, “loose leaves leave…”
Green’s agreeable, Yellow worries, Red’s resolute.
Branches bend breeze’s braided weave
graciously guide Green’s circular route.
stout, strong, standing stably;
glimpses Green with contemplation,
gorgeous, gliding, flying ably…
Yellow/Green’s feeble stems broken.
Gusting Winds now blowing harder,
cracking, creaking, careening oaken.
Whistling Wind wails, “loose leaves leave!”
Regality held proud ‘til termination,
fallen friends provide no reprieve…
now frail, dry, chipped and brown.
Held on until Wind whipped dead,
is now descending to the ground.
a parachuting peace, Fall’s final leaf departed.