Fall’s last breath

Have you noticed as you look around
the way the leaves have gone
Once brilliant in the Autumn sun
shining in the dawn?

The last yellow leaves are clinging
desperate to hold on
But more have fallen to the ground
and stacked upon the lawn.

They know this fight they cannot win
They never do each year
The wind and rain will have their way
As Winter will appear.


Scenes from around the house