Poem_Relic

Vibrant leaves of autumn
with slender fibrous arms…
October shed and shook’m,
degrading all their charms.

These fire-colored flags
cascaded through a twirl,
in crinkled rigid skin
transformed by chilly swirl.

For the many leaves fallen
from branches high-elite,
a chilly north-bred swish–
delivered them defeat.

As for elms that sway
along the park bench trail,
premeditated piles–
have grown inside the dale.

Whether it’s gust or breeze
stirring up these leaves to dance,
white snow will soon replace
my autumn tree romance.

By Relic