Wondering Wind whispers:
“Loose leaves leave”
Branches bend breezes braided weave graciously guide Green’s circular route.
Yellow considers Red with consternation.
Glimpses Green with contemplation.
Detached friends invigorate Red’s ardor,
Yellow/Green’s feeble stems broken.
Gusting Winds now blowing harder,
cracking, creaking, careening oaken.
Red’s last solace is determination. Whistling Wind wails: “LOOSE LEAVES LEAVE.” Regality held proud ‘til termination; fallen friends provide no reprieve. Fierce strength gripped Red now frail, dry, chipped and brown held on until wind whipped dead is now descending to the ground.
On a crisp carpet finished what started, a parachuting peace, Fall’s final leaf departed.