I raked some leaves upon the ground, <br />And made a pile most high. <br />Enjoying the musty smell, and crackling sound, <br />While I listened to their cry. <br /> <br />And then I lit a match to them, <br />And I thought I heard them sigh. <br />And again the crackling of the leaves and stems, <br />And the embers floating in the sky. <br /> <br />And I wondered somewhere, inside my head, <br />If dead leaves in red and gold, <br />Release their souls, when they are dead, <br />In Autumn fires, when it gets cold. <br /> <br />12/3/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-leaves/
