Falling Leaves

Down come the leaves, bright yellow and red,

Settling soon in a snug Winter bed,

Floating upon the wings of the breeze,

Twisting and turning with delicate ease.

I sit by my window, entranced by the sight,

And follow the course of beauty in flight,

To unite in array on grass that's still green -

No artist could paint a more beautiful scene.

~ Lester E. Bartholomew