As the last leaf falls,
I bask in the shorted hours of sunlight,
soaking up the rays
that so quickly shift to twilight.
As the last leaf falls,
I watch the squirrels rush for food
and stuff the tree tops full of leaves
against the autumn winds.
As the last leaf falls,
I stop to catch the leaves,
dying, yet full of color,
drifting down in a backlit haze,
painting the ground with gold.
As the last leaf falls,
I remember that life is sweet
and the memories I made in the shade of that tree
will warm my heart and soothe my soul
until slowly, comes the spring.
An Unfinished Symphony 
Beautifully put – roll on spring with its sunshine kisses 🙂
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Oh my goodness this is beautiful.
Autumn and Spring – dying and re-birth – my favourite seasons.
Thank you for this.
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