The cool crisp air of autumn

a harbinger of change

Trees shed their leaves

falling in vortex spirals

dancing across the sky

passengers of windy swells

skipping thru the landscape

swirling and drifting to the ground

scattered like orange and gold gems,

red and yellow confetti dusting,

become soft carpeting underfoot

carrying stories of a life once lived

now at its culmination

crunch,

rustle,

kicked and tossed aside,

pile up, jump in and get lost

hibernating ‘til spring

©2016-09-28- L.M. Giannone