Mirage Of November

I close my eyes and I, I see leaves with sharp curves and edges like a blade only it isn't so sharp it is gentle enough to be carried by winds, I grasp the air hoping to feel the beauty of  the leaves the yellow representing the sun that once provided for the youthful tree of leaves, the orange for the feasts of november, and red oh lovely passionate red was every loved one that sat at the tree. The leaves, I open my eyes and it is August.