Holding Up Fall
I spied on the first changing tree
like in a game of cops and robbers
the colors of leaves hinting
what you see will soon be gone
greens will turn golden
all will drop to the ground.
The leaves quietly escape
unlike the mad leaps daredevils take
from a rope swing suspended from a tree.
Fall releases leaves which float effortlessly
each making a nearly silent landing
blanketing grass that shall turn tawny brown.
Without a sound nor cry
barren branches will still
“reach for the sky” though the robber
will not wield a gun, only a rake
to collect the surrendered summer treasure
multi-hued leaves bagged for the getaway.
Gregory Zeorlin 9/24/2010 (Second day of fall) 8am
