Saturday Morning Leaves
brown leaves, scurrying about
they seem to travel in circles
not quite sure which way to go
chattering to each other
as they slide along the road
perhaps they will find their way
to the winter resting place
of a small critter.
becoming part of a warm bed
in the coming cold winter
perhaps they will blanket tender a tender plant
and keep it's roots safe until spring
where will they go,
dancing on the autumn breeze
rustling at my feet
falling in swirls from the woodland trees
gathering in the quiet meadows
awaiting winters' arrival
brown leaves surround me
as I watch the seasons change
time for sleep, until in spring
the seeds of new life again find warmth
and new leaves celebrate a beginning!