Leaves of Shade
The leaves fall early in autumn, in wind
Blowing a gentle breeze through
Gold-red and bronze leaves shifting, tilting with the wind's heave
Descending in saphire grass
like a tigerlilly to a river.
Birds hung to the almond tree
Chirping a call or mate in fluidety cries;
The orange and brown skies shine crevices through the rugged forest
as man treads in the path, cracking twigs along the way
But night falls tip toe
Along the onion moon and the fallen leaves of shade.