(I wrote this last fall and I find myself thinking of it again. Can’t wait for those gorgeous orange leaves and cooler temps. Published in Heart of Courage, a book of poetry.)
Looking out at the breeze
As it knocks at the leaves
Some fall
Others don’t
Their colors like a drug trip
Colors only the imagination can dream up
But here they are
Real
Touchable
A signature of a Creative Mind
Showing off
To lesser creatures