The coming of autumn
changing of the leaves from
yellows and golds to
reds and oranges to
the browns of decay.
A time of raking those leaves of various colors
into piles and who knows what will happen next;
a chilly breeze or something jumping into those
leaves of various colors-depending.
You look around at what do you see, but a tiny leaf
still hanging on the branch strong as ever.
Saying to yourself “When are you going to fall?”
Still looking around and waiting for the leaf to fall you
see the first snow flurry that seem to be gathering
more for Winter is on the way.