The autumn leaves fall from the trees. <br />Twirling and dancing in the breeze. <br />Like ghosts of summer butterflies <br /> although they don’t deceive my eyes. <br />My poets mind says otherwise. <br />Transmogrifies them easily, <br /> assisted by their autumn guise. <br /> Into bright coloured butterflies. <br />Like butterflies they dance and play <br />but they will fall eventually. <br />Down to the ground and rot away <br /> And form a mulch to feed each tree. <br />On which trees live as they should do. <br />Though for a little while they flew. <br /> <br />16-Oct-08 <br /> <br />http; // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flutter-byes-for-m-ladychitra/
