The Leaves

The leaves start green,

ripe from summer's heat.

Basking in the sun's full glory,

dancing to a summery beat.

A crisp breeze embraces the world,

nature is in autumn's hold.

The leaves are gilded and change,

from jade to yellow and gold.

The clouds march in, gray and dreary,

And the sun hides behind them in shame.

The leaves transform to red and orange,

Not one of them the same.

The frosty winds blow harder,

the leaves change to brown and ascend,

twirling, fluttering, spinning

to the scented earth to meet their end.

The trees stand, bare of leaves.

Delicate branches lifted high in grace

Autumn's fingers are pried away

And winter takes its place.