Poem of the weekFalling Leaves
Leaves
Orange, fire-red
Descend from weary trees
Before the shortest, coldest days
Deplete their summer strength.
Frost-damp, sun-bright,
Children scuffing, dogs snuffling
Glistening leaves transform
The dreary tarmac path
Before the teatime cloud
Cocoons their autumn phoenix-fire.
Mary Hale