With every step among the leaves,
crackling, golden, orange, brown
you hear the music of the bees,
you feel the rhythm of your feet;
the slip and slide on crackling grass,
and the colours of the burning trees.
Keep on walking – it’s a treat
to drink the air and sing your feet
in crackling grass as you pass.
©Katherine Gallagher
I don’t want an explanation for
the colour of the trees;
why in Autumn all the leaves
turn brown and red,
but I want to watch them riding on the breeze.
Whether molecules, or hormones or
subtle sleight of light,
I’m indifferent to the cause
of Autumn’s hues,
but trees in Autumn are a lovely sight.
I’ve looked up all the science but
it simply leaves me cold,
while the colours of the Autumn
are so warm.
They blanket Earth in yellow, red and gold.
As days grow cooler,
deciduous trees
change their colours
then lose their leaves.
Before they fall,
green chlorophyll’s
no longer made
in autumn’s chill.
So we can see
those leaves unclad,
revealing what
they’ve always had.
Rich-red raincoats
misty-glossed,
veins criss-crossed,
flapping honey
leather soles,
and dying, dowdy
paper scrolls.
This autumn rainbow’s
red – gold – brown.
Confetti falling
all around.
http://www.livescience.com/16508-fall-leaves-rainbow-gallery.html
Autumn Leaves
Autumns natural carpet,
Made of falling leaves,
Bold and bright colours,
A tapestry it weaves.
Trees feel lighter,
Branches open to the sun,
Absorbing its energy,
As sun’s rays rest upon.
Winter fast approaching,
Bear branches await,
The cold and the comfort,
When they can hibernate.
