Autumn is here
The leaves leave
The nursery of branches aloft
Free at last
Falling gracefully to the earth
There to become part of history
Or swept and burnt
To become free again
Airbourne in spirit
Their fragrance warming
Making memories
Their brothers forming
Mountains to walk through
Kicking skyward feebly
Fruit abundant falling
Feeding dying wasps
Crushed under foot
Or gathered by the wise
Kitchen bound
As nights grow darker
Embers glow brighter
Warming and scenting the air
Autumn is here!
