
The chill is here.
The sky never
bluer.
The colors turn,
with leaves ever
fewer.
Until a last
hanger-on yields
to a weak breeze.

The chill is here.
The sky never
bluer.
The colors turn,
with leaves ever
fewer.
Until a last
hanger-on yields
to a weak breeze.

the turning leaves
catch the morning sunlight
to show depths of red.

lakeside leaves are
turning and dropping, but
no floaters remain.