Colors in a collage on the ground
Yellows, orange, brown and red
Maples, oaks and ash they combine
into a beautiful mess of leaves
crisp and brittle they crunch and fall
gentle light taps as they graze a branch
angelicly waving, falling to mesh with others
gracfully falling to add to the collage
the colors look warm with teh artistic sence
yet the touch is cool with a kiss of frost
crinkled and torn with a brisk breeze
they tussel and dance together with an all new art
a brease distracts me my mind distraught
focussing on the grippin cold of air
thriving for the heat of my body
reaching, grasping, emptying it all
