Littering from Crimson to Gold
Showers of petals in the moonlight Autumn
Sunshine through dawn and dusk
Open skies, rainy nights,
Orange blossoms in meadowy starlight
Ground painted with crimson and gold,
As walking through the forest known
Lively trees sprouting into winter,
And skipping though orange hills of ivory we hinder.
This littering from the trees are the leaves that belong.
Walking amongst their falling and as crushing as dawn,
falling in their own graceful pattern to never ending Fall.