Another autumn concedes leaves
Of yellow and orange
Swaying in a calm wind
Without a charted course
Going...down...down...
Falling quietly on a fertile and damp ground
Into the moist brown clay of winter's decay
The season comes early
With no hint of the violent spring
Where juicy green buds
Shot upwards towards the sun
Or where summer lush leaves never rested
Expanding and bending to reach the light
The season resists nothing
And slowly the leaves
Abandon the constant growth of summer
Mesmerized by nature's plan
And surrender to the gentle pull of the earth
