Dressed in brilliant colours,
Detached by the breeze.
Floating, gliding twirling,
With memories of green.
Glinting in dappled sunlight
On the journey down,
The first leaf of Autumn to
Fall and lie still on the ground.
Dressed in brown, there is a chance
To live again, albeit brief,
When lifted and carried by the wind,
Or scuffed by joyous feet.
JB
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