Until Spring
How I wonder
Each and every
Year
How many
Leaves
Might shed a
Tear
As they
Tumble and
Fall to the
Ground
Each one of
Their dances
Unique
A golden
Explosion
A seasonal
Masterpiece
Of sight
Without Sound
No doubt
About it
The very
Prettiest cloud
And
Something
Surely
To consider
Out loud
The briefest of
Wind blown
Murmerations
Individual heroes
Versus flocks
Of willing sheep
Those
That take a dive
And those who
For love do leap