The sun makes them gleam
The rain makes them sparkle
The air makes them sway
Dizzy and quite dazzled
They dance a merry jig
To the song of the bird
A scene rarely seen
A song rarely heard
They bow to the wind
And swirl as it whirls
Just like a bunch
Of merry, dancing girls
They wave to the men
Who slowly walk past
They always stay alert
Right unto the last
Sometimes they are stiff
Sometimes they are slender
But they mostly are
So green and so tender
Mostly they are green
Sometimes they are red
But they all are appealing
Alive, fading or dead
They are the green trumpeters
Who always herald spring
Gaiety, joy and freshness
These leaves always bring
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Where I live too many people want to sweep them up into a bin. The trees they come from are older than the concrete paths which are swept.
I enjoy the multicolours of autumn.
Well painted picture you've written.
thanks - unfortunately in a city like Mumbai where we live there is less greenery though our complex has many trees whose leaves are also swept away daily
but my daughter and son are in Amsterdam, so in autumn especially the golden carpet of leaves that crunch when you walk on them are truly a beautiful sight, as are the trees in the other seasons
For me, Autumn (April, May) is the time to head for the Blue Mountains inland, with its high elevation, and colourful leaves. Sydney, (warm temperate) less so.
enjoy your autumn which is summer for us.. good climate.. happy days ahead
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