Fall

This is the action of the changing leaves

Blowing gently in a cool autumn's breeze

They flutter softly to the ground

And scatter colours all around

The trees sigh as they shed their burden

Taking down their blooming curtain

The leaves float down till none remain

Claiming grass and road for their domain

And here they lie

All crisp and dry

Until the day that they will die

Some are raked, some are blown

And some are simply left alone

Until the day when the clouds will hover

And sprinkle down a white blanket cover

Erasing from the ground Nature's art

Telling Autumn that it's time to depart

"Until next year," I hear my sad voice call

"Only three seasons more till we return to Fall"