Fall
The yellow leaves fall against the dark green forest floor.
They do not fool me with their sunny disposition.
Spinning and fluttering, like so many cheery snowflakes.
I call them cowardly for bailing and hiding on the ground
They are done with it before the harsh cold, and frosty morns.
I too would like to turn yellow to float ,to flutter, then to disappear.
To bail , to sail cheerfully flutter into a dark lush ground.
Finish with one short flight and do it up right.
But with a hope of finding an endless Summer I hold on.
I keep my feet on the dark green floor of my forest.
And walk at full speed as my edges slowly wither and turn yellow..
I hold on and look at the sky so afraid to begin the walk to die.
Every year I too flutter and spin, and see the signs of yellow.
For now I lay on the forest floor and let the leaves cover me.
Drinking in every last drop of morning dew, before the long harsh Winter.
