I remember from a long ago botany class that trees which shed their leaves are called deciduous. This is our time of undecided deciduous trees. Leaves are just beginning to turn so many trees are bicolor, red/green or orange/green, while some stand out as bright red exceptions. Many haven't yet succumbed to peer pressure and are completely green. In anticipation of the cool winds and the leaves carried on them I have written this poem.
Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves
bare branch bones,
bright colored foliage,
suddenly blown,
neither needing or needed by the tree--
free.
Autumn leaves
turning pages
books opened by
junior sages,
needing to learn but desiring to be
free.
Autumn leaves
empty homes
college bound children,
suddenly grown,
leaving their parents, each learning to be
free.
Autumn leaves
fields at rest
harvest is gathered
pantries blessed,
quiet beneath nature's cold canopy
free.
Blowing freely through my mind
memories autumn leaves behind.
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