AUTUMN LEAVES
The multi-coloured autumn leaves drift slowly to the ground,
A kaleidoscope of patterns form, as the wind swirls them around.
The trees they left so grudgingly stand naked and forlorn,
Pointing ghostly fingers towards a cold and frosty morn.
It’s Mother natures way of telling us that winter days are nigh,
As the trees falling leaves in autumn are teardrops from her eyes.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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The trees they left so grudgingly stand naked and forlorn,
Pointing ghostly fingers towards a cold and frosty morn.
It’s Mother natures way of telling us that winter days are nigh,
As the trees falling leaves in autumn are teardrops from her eyes.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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