Originally written: 10/94

Once green, but now a different hue;
flaming colors atop a backdrop of blue.

Swaying in with the tempo of the wind,
clinging fast to its partner's limb.


Time of year for things to shift;
leaves sweeping upward in a breezy lift.

Cradled in the caress of the breeze;
morning frosts over them to freeze.

Miles high from the distant ground;
humming in tune to a silent sound.

Singing Fall's foliage song;
drifting notes before long.

Like discarded verses they float;
down to form a moat,
around the castle's base;
covered in bark from place to place.

Life on top soon will cease;
to fly down below and lie in peace.

Brilliant colors fading fast;
flaming colors never last...