Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves

In the autumn sun

Have left me dry,

Bare, my bone and skull.

Red, orange

And mostly yellow

They fall,

Sometimes one or in a pair

Listlessly drifting

Floating,

And carefully perching on the ground.

Sometimes many of them

As rain would pat;

Rain though many dodge

Often under my arms;

This rain they seem to enjoy

My fall.

Smile so many, shout out

Its sheer beauty,

My fallen is a yellow mat

And crisp, crunch

They rustle,

My fall.

They leave me

Bare, my bone and skull

All gone red, orange

And mostly yellow.

They pick one

Collect and keep.

Call it beauty

Even that I shed

Ere I don the new,

My green they look in awe

And also ogle eyes

Such love

Ogle eyes at my dry

Bare bone and skull

My fall.