Fall Poetry

The leaves of the trees

blowing in the fall winds

tumble like the words of a verse.

They float and flutter

in the crisp, chilled air.

The colours tug at your soul

as the gripping word

in that favourite line of a

well read poem,

the comfort of a warm blanket.

I feel the corners of my mouth turn up

in the beginnings of a warm smile

at the sight of the

yellow and red leaves fall

to the ground

and crunching under my feet.

I feel alive in the moment.