Claire V. Bogdanos

The umber leaves loosed at last slowly filter to the ground

Upon the myriad of others drifting all around

To end their airborne voyage in a frantic heap

And hopefully accumulate before they go to sleep.

Shades of raw sienna, a flash of yellow here and there

Fringed and spotted overall sadly needing much repair

These colors from the palette that are pleasing to the eye

Come just before the fading leaves disintegrate and die.

And here we are among the passersby with great intent

Observing natures pattern as to how her magic’s spent

I do not know the reason and I cannot name the cause

But I’m convinced that only God deserves all the applause !