as their tawny predecessors
prepare to dance farewell
Sunset crawls like a spider among trees
exposing tangled webs of yellow, red, and orange
Darkness extends in arabesque,
blanketing the acquiescent little angels
Soft strains of Time’s orchestra prep their arousal
Poised little danseuses await their queue,
amber to crimson tutus for flirtatious debut
Wind prompts a breezy melody,
swirling the little coryphée coquettes,
interweaving loud whistles in harmony
as each floats off in a cloud of pirouettes
After Fall’s beautiful ballet,
cathedral-like tree arches bow expended frills,
brushing ground to standing ovation
Appreciative Soil beckons an encore
as proud Wind reaps a crescendo of folioles
Sleep, sleep, children of Earth,
gentle Breeze whispers
as each veined-ear of tree leaf
obeys Nature’s cyclical request
Hushed by Winter’s cold hands,
Forest rubs its sleepy eyes
Content trees huddle in anticipation
of the upcoming and peaceful intermission
