Last Year Leaves
Life and death among the leaves
We are creative, We are old, We are sods. Cos.
Life and death among the leaves
Drifting mist of cool early dawn
reveals dew-spangled spiderwebs.
Heavy boughs laden with berries
ripe fruits lie fallen beneath.
Warm golden glow of low evening sun
enriches fiery leaf hues.
Soft darkness encroaches, nature nestles
shorter days herald winter’s rest.