Servants of the Wind

Now there are orange
Leaves that glow among the green
In the march of Fall.

 

 Full rich and bushy
Jungles of leaves surround me.
Winter is hiding.

 

Always in motion
Kids next door run, jump and fly--
School is in session.

 

 

Pale yellow, orange;
We called them butter and eggs,
Bloom by the roadside.

 

They keep on falling
Softly and so silently--
Dry leaves of Autumn.

 

 A warning for me:
Road side sign says "Loose Gravel".
My sandals beware!

 

They are still hanging,
Dead brown leaves, on thin tree limbs;
Servants of the wind.

 

 Growing by the road
A wooden musical staff,
Waiting for some notes.