From Tall Trees Towering High

When I was a kid, autumn was magic (any season was, for that matter).  I haven’t lost the wonder in the brilliance of those trees turning from green to red, nor of the spark of delight when I kick up browned leaves under my feet as I walk through the street.  Discarded leaves smell like earth and mold.  Flower blooms hang on for dear life through maybe two more days.  I realize it’s time to wear my gloves again as the morning chill reaches into my fingers.

I wrote this poem when I was young, I know there’s more to it, but this is all I can remember:

“Autumn leaves drifting, drifting down

From tall trees towering high

Onto soft beds of brown

Underneath the clear blue sky.”


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