The wind swirls leaves in all directions, <br />Tumbling them down upon this earth, <br />Releasing them from their connections, <br />To inhabit yet another berth. <br /> <br />Layers of them are now descending, <br />Carpeting the land's cold ground, <br />Colours meticulously blending, <br />Burnished copper spread around. <br /> <br />All in their distinct formations, <br />Each with different hues to see, <br />Parading now in damp locations, <br />Drifters off upon a spree. <br /> <br />Autumn's changing shades are warming, <br />Embroidering a patchwork quilt <br />Across the open plains transforming, <br />Embellishing with golden gilt. <br /> <br />The wind swirls leaves in all directions, <br />Tumbling them down in gentle flight, <br />Trees then watch for a resurrection <br />Of the spring's fresh appetite.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-changing-shades/
