Anticipation as wiled winds settle down. <br />Stretching shadows can again be found. <br />We look for autumn’s leaves upon our ground. <br /> <br />My neck is awed, a smile across my face. <br />Someone’s laughter we all try to place. <br />Children paint pumpkins, so hard to trace. <br /> <br />September teases and October squeezes. <br />November surely brings sniffling wheezes. <br />Welcome December for winter’s freezes. <br /> <br />So long blue birds, good bye buntings. <br />Your summer dance was truly something. <br />Soon old jays will come loud and thumping. <br /> <br />So I wait in anticipation for season’s long end. <br />Cold days and nights are just around the bend. <br />A harvest for change we will all soon begin. <br /> <br />The colors combine to make fire among trees. <br />Sway gentle branches for all who pass by to see. <br />One last dance before winter takes autumn’s leaves.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-leaves/
