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.
