Autumn seems like so long ago now that spring is popping up everywhere! This poem was written in November last year after I was inspired by the crunching leaves under my feet. I got thinking about the circle of life and this is what I came up with.
Brown, burgundy and gold.
These are the leaves of old.
Played the part they had to play,
They have now been tossed away.
What a sad life it must be,
Clinging fearlessly to the tree