I sat on a bench, <br />and watched the autumn leave fall. <br />A gentle breeze would shake them loose, <br />until they drifted to the ground. <br />Soon there is a carpet of leaves, <br />red, yellow and brown, <br />dancing with the wind <br />inches above the ground. <br />Another season ending, <br />as the autumn leave come drift down. <br />Winter would soon be here, <br />with another carpet grand. <br />This one would be a carpet white with snow, <br />and would stretch right across the land. <br />Another carpet for another season <br />would soon be close at hand.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-season-s-carpet/
