Winter cometh

Winter cometh

Gold red brown leaves
In those tall yet elegant trees
Flittering fluttering to the ground
On the ground you see
Gold red brown leaves
Re-paint the side walks and streets
Rustling around your feet
A thing of true beauty
Appealing to sight, sound, feel, sensory
Gold red brown leaves
Mashed into the ground
Are no more
Now messy, muddy, dirty
Like a metaphor for life
And that’s a simile for me
Gold red brown beauty
Fallen
In the change of seasons
Trodden under foot
Down trodden
Difficulty
is to see the
Gold red brown beauty
In winter

08/11/08