That beauty held precariously on the trees
Russet, orange, red and golden hues
Vibrant decoration formed to please
Even the most jaded eye which views

 

Stirred by soft breeze which whispers through
A rustling, living picture forming in the air
Against the rain washed sky of chill pale blue
Bright fingers of sun touch into firelight flare

 

Then slowly, freed from bondage at long last
Leaves freefall, spiral down toward the earth
In graceful floating dance, now summer’s past

 

No glory lost, rich carpet laid instead
Deep piled there to warm the frosty ground
A russet, orange, red and golden bed