Poem -
Fall of the Leaf

The final frantic mowing of lawns
Augurs the arrival of the first phalanx of frost.
Rimy fingers probing inexorably forward,
Inevitable as the tides.
A solitary brimstone flits doggedly across the tiny gardens;
Hugging the fences, looking for a final resting place.
Trees discard their raiment of burnished gold
On bowers where russet dominates.
Crisp leaves swiftly become sodden,
Like discarded cereal.

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Comments
Nice write Pete ?
Thank you Marion!
Hi Pete , this reminds of my poem a leaf falls below. Loved your write , rockÂ
Hey Rock,
Thanks for the encouraging words, much appreciated! I will check out your work!